"Now you know how I feel when you get going," Billy said, gentle but teasing. He nudged Goodnight with his elbow, face only vaguely scandalized that Goodnight had just spoken about the two of them with this young man, or maybe that Goodnight was teasing him about things.

He sipped his coffee, face mild and impassive. "I don't think that's a conversation to be had with polite company. And, in my defense, I was younger then."