[He's about to ignore it, pretend, act like he's not - and then Billy sends the image, because is a fucking brat. He's - was - Jim's brat. Knows, intimately, how to set him off.

Wryly: ] Yarmilla's letting you jack it on the job?

[He's pointedly not touching himself. Not confirming. Not denying. He wets his lips, closes his eyes, and exhales, hard. Makes a choice. ] You want to show me? Show me. [show daddy how you touch yourself, baby.] Tell me what gets you off. Was it me spanking you? Putting you in your place? You cried real pretty, Billy. Remember?