Well, Bill is just gobsmacked. I don't know what he was expecting, but you know, he's chivalrous. It's sort of his thing. And walking in -- after being announced, note -- on his Queen sucking hell out of the thighs of a cute young thing, double to his Sookie, it's just too much for his little heart. Before he can succumb to the vapors, Sophie-Anne grins back at him over her shoulder, with blood smeared across her face, laughing. Wild, on top of it.
"Is this a bad time?" Bill asks, squinting manfully, and the Queen laughs. "There's no such thing as bad! Or time, for that matter."
The Queen invites Bill to join her -- it's his very favorite snack, the femoral, after all, and she does look a lot like Sookie -- and he just squirms, while Hadley moans under her hands. I guess it's scary, to see your Queen supping on your lover's twin, when you're still nervous about even asking.
Speaking of fangbangers, we might not have expected Maxine to be such a willing victim to Jessica's mood swings but there she is, groaning like a sunny afternoon. Hoyt throws himself at Jessica, holding her against the wall with blood on her lips. "Have you lost your mind?" Jessica reminds him of the relatively horrible shit Maxine was saying about them both, but Hoyt reminds her that he's a good Southern boy: "She's my mama! She gets to! The hell are you from?" Maxine's still rolling around on the floor, but Jessica has already snapped back like a rubber band, scared to death of what she did.
Hoyt's on his knee by his chuckling momma, casting horrified looks back at Jessica. To be fair, she warned her. She's been warning her for a day, and Maxine didn't care, because Maxine loves it. It would be scary, I suppose, to see your girlfriend snacking on your mom. Even when the guides are gone and you know for a fact that mom's a nihilistic black-eyed orgy zombie and the girl's a bloodsucking fiend.
Maxine hates to leave, and reaches out desperately to Jessica for more -- more blood, more sex, more lines to cross, more sensation -- but he shoves her out the door. "I should have listened to Vampire Bill when he warned me about you," Hoyt says, storming out, and Jessica shrinks down to nothing. When they're gone, Maxine moaning out into the yard, Jessica slams the door like a girl and screams like an infant. She saw in his eyes that she was perfect, and so she was: What does that make her now? Besides all alone again?
Hadley dozes, looking at Bill across the Queen's indoor pool, on a chaise that matches her own. Sophie-Anne returns with a handkerchief, having wiped the blood clean. He jumps to his feet when she reenters. "What gives you the right to say no to the femoral blood of a good woman? You know what your problem is, William?" Caressing Hadley: "You are a snob. I hate snobs," she says, waving her handkerchief: "Tiny, tiny souls. Or penises. Or both." She touches a drop from her breast to her lips, wiping at it, and tosses Hadley out, barely even looking at her. It's the mirror to his angry demand last night, Sookie's wrist in the car, and he hates to see this too.