"I mean, I'm just a guy working at a scrap yard, but sure. I like the way you're makin' it sound heroic." Maybe it was the accent, just made everything sound a bit better that way. Aleister had a nice voice. Bobby had never really thought that about anyone before, but now that he was dealing with Aleister he couldn't help it. Most folk around here just kind of talked like him and none of them had ever offered to read to him.

He took a step forward, inspecting Aleister's face. "Doesn't look too bad now, your lip. You can probably hide it from your folks at home."