Bill wasn't always a head in the sand guy, but on this subject he always turned away. He refused to even entertain the thought that something like the slugs could happen again.

Partially out of fear that if he did, it would.

He'd argued her as much as he was going to about it, so instead he just glanced over that part and focused on the rest.

"Any one of 'em would lay down for this town," he said, sobering as well. He didn't doubt that fact at all, and so he had to state it. "But I get what you're sayin', an' maybe we could all stand to get a little fit."

He pondered the question and gave a small chuckle.

"I guess a big steak dinner would kind of be against what your goin' for, wouldn't it?" Get fit and then stuff yourself did kind of send a mixed message.

He smirked at those kisses and her words, and damn if she wasn't a tempting little trouble maker. He knew a few spots they could probably park and might be considering those now thanks to her suggestive moves and tone.

"You're wicked, y'know that?"