[ Well, he's not wrong, but Soldier Boy's not about to give him the benefit of the doubt after the world-class betrayal. He tosses the tray of cocaine off to the side, barely enough to take the edge off and he looks around the room for some complimentary pastries or orange juice, finding nothing he sighs and levels Butcher with an irreverent look. ]

If I went around breaking hips to get my rocks off I'd have a higher body count than I already do.

[ The comment about the versatility gets a smile on Ben's face unbidden, he can't help himself, too tired to attack the guy and still waiting for the snow to start coursing through his veins. ]

So, a self-proclaimed cuck and a bottom. Good to know. You're just a fountain of unnecessary confessions and you don't strike me as a Catholic.