Billy smiled at her as he sat at the table, his hand lightly patting her leg through the skirt, "I happen to know that I give excellent massages." He looked at the meal sat out and reached out to squeeze her hand, "It looks great Lace." He brought her fingers to his lips and lightly kissed the tips before he picked up a fork and began to eat.<br/><br/>Billy was, as seemed to be his essence, a conflict in extremes, He displayed appropriate manners, but ate with gusto that clearly showed that he enjoyed the meal. "Relax Lacy, I'm not going to hurt you and we're not going to do anything that you don't want to do." He didn't deny that he wanted to sleep with her, but he wasn't going to force her. "You know, I know a guy who knows a guy down south where they still have real cows... I could try to get some real meat after the job... splurge on something, if you wanted to."