"Jesus Christ, it isn't even that bad!" He shouldn't yell. He really shouldn't, but Billy does because it's annoying. Whether he's referring to the wet towel or calling Tae a bitch, it's not clear. But he glares and goes to lean against the wall to look out the window. "Don't be jealous because people find me attractive. That's a you problem."

He huffs upwards to blow a stubborn curl out of his face. But that smirked question gets a flash of blue again. "You mess with her I will drag you by your hair up to the top floor of this building and throw you out the window myself. Is that clear, Freak?" Which didn't sound like too much of a threat as it sounded like an absolute promise.