[Hmmm. All that spite is, hmmm. Does a little something to his gut. His mouth curves to a grin, eyes on Jason and yeah, yeah that would be real funny. Golden boy like Carver, secret cultist. ]

Y'know, I think they'd believe it. Sweet all American boy prays to Satan to win big.

[ha. Jason splutters, but Billy's already moving, half straddling Eddie on his way up to regag Jason. His hand is tight around his throat, squeezes hard enough for him to go still and quiet, still breathing shallow. ] I think I like you mean, Munson.