Yeah, go fig, eh? It's almost like he's a wizard or something.

Billy lifts his head, a musing smile crossing his lips, and rests his chin comfortably on Teddy's shoulder, nuzzling him affectionately. "'I aim to misbehave'," he mumbles, tilting just enough to press his mouth briefly against whatever bare skin is immediately accessible. He's still tugging Teddy backwards, inch by inch, towards the nearest wall.

What is also noteworthy is the fact that as he speaks, his breath carries the scent of a telltale mixture of soda and some sort of liquor.