Son of a Witch

Pierce's words made Billy frown, distracted from his ordered as he listened in, though he started up again when the other man...the Asset? returned, cheeks hot.

He narrowed his eyes at the floor, and up vaguely towards the speakers where Pierce's voice had come from when the Asset wasn't directly in his eye line anymore, clearly not pleased with what had been said. "I'm not your weapon," he muttered softly.

His arms were all ready aching from the effort of the one's he'd done, and he lifted his head with a pleading look at new goalpost. Billy did try, though after the second time his arms gave out from under him he didn't pushing back up straight away.

"I can't-" he pleaded.