Think so? Oughta save the next bottle I glass someone with, then. I could be fuckin’ Picasso.

[Billy sounds genuinely amused by the thought—he’s never really been much of an artist in the traditional sense unless you count combat ingenuity as an art.

He gives Zelkov a once-over, noting how dreary and draped in layers this guy is.]

You gotta be sweating your balls off in that, son. What, trying to see how quick you’ll get heat stroke?