"Well, seems your friend Mr. Northman is here," the Queen smiles, and Bill knows that means it's time for him to bounce. "This alpha male posturing," she grins, "You two really should just fuck each other and get it over with. I could watch!" Bill grins back at her, not entirely as a loyal subject. He knows she finds him ridiculous; perhaps he revels in it. I certainly do. He kisses her hand indulgently, like a favorite aunt, and thanks her for seeing him. "Enjoy your restricted diet," she says, and he nearly blushes. He's almost out the door before her true face shines through once again, cheated out toward the camera. "I do look forward to meeting her." He repeats the smile, but it's brittle now; as he leaves she sits down with her pets and rolls a perfect Yahtzee.
Outside her ocean paradise, standing on the cool blue water, Eric fusses with his hair -- the flight from Shreveport is murder on your hair -- and teases Bill mercilessly for awhile, laughing behind his firm grin as Bill works himself up into a tizzy about how he's only there to ask about the maenad because of Sookie, Sookie, Sookie, and Eric preens: "Oh, Billy. This paranoia, it's really quite unbecoming." He cocks his head, like, since you mention it...: "Has she uh, mentioned me?" She most assuredly has not! And furthermore it was quite desperate of him to take advantage of her weakened state and trick her into drinking his yablahblah. Eric giggles and points out -- as the Bill and Sookie theme starts playing softly -- that Bill did the exact same shit, the night they met. He stomps his dwarven feet. "I was savin her laff!"
"Isn't that convenient?" Eric chuckles, and Bill growls at him for twenty impotent minutes before threatening to tell Sophie-Anne about the whole V-selling storyline that still hasn't actually happened yet. Eric stares at him and reminds him that he totally wouldn't do that. Bill shuffles his feet, pleading and admitting: "I won't! As long as you never come close to Sookie ever again." Anybody else, Eric would be like whatevs, but it's Bill, so you have to remind him not to threaten you. Bill goes, "I don't like threats, either!" and stomps away into the night. Eric has been given pause, but God knows what that whole deal is all about. All I know is that Bill has exactly 65% of the pieces to every puzzle that ever existed, and does not care to have more because the pieces in his possession are more than sufficient.