[Bill has to agree with that- and he has the feeling it has nothing to do with the price 'innocent blood' would cost. More like scarcity. No one was innocent here.]

“Like your talent for secrecy?”

[Bill takes a small drought of the liquid himself; closing his eyes to adjust to the new sensations. It's funny. For something so strong, he hardly feels as though it has hit him yet at all.]

“All right, all right, I knows when I'm beat. Name's Bill Cipher, Vandalism in Progress. Tell me I get an introduction at least?”