Billy picks himself up while Cordy continues pointing the crossbow at him. Billy explains that he doesn't hate women, adding, "Sure, you're all whores who sell yourselves for money or prestige, but men are just as bad." I am forced to report that the plane has stopped at just the right angle so that the crew probably wouldn't be able to see the crossbow, which means I can't complain that nobody wanders over to find out what's going on. Damn and blast. Billy continues, "[Men are] willing to throw away careers, or families, or even lives for what's under your skirt." Cordy dryly notes that she's wearing pants, and is she just gonna let him ramble on all night? Apparently. Billy asks whether dressing like a man makes her feel superior. Cordy replies, "I feel superior because I have an arrow pointed at your jugular, and the irony of using a phallic-shaped [sic] weapon? Not lost on me." Are there many weapons that aren't phallic? Billy says she doesn't have the nerve; Cordy disputes that and steps even closer, so that it'll be even easier for Billy to grab the crossbow away from her. Which is pretty much what happens, except it's Angel who grabs the crossbow. He can't let her do it, you see. Because...uh...well, Billy's a demon, and he's done all sorts of horrible things, and so obviously Cordelia shouldn't kill him because...no, don't tell me. I'll get it. Well, apparently it's because Angel wants to kill Billy himself. Billy doesn't take advantage of this dispute, during which Angel and Cordy are ignoring him, to make any attempt at escaping. Cordy insists, "He can't hurt me!" Angel is so vexed that Cordy is using nasty headache-inducing logic on him that he turns away, allowing Billy to grab him. Billy holds Angel's face, squishing his cheeks up so that he resembles Elvis for a second. Billy says, "I won't hurt her at all!" Angel shoves Billy away, and we see the glowy red handprints on his face fade away.