"Nice to meet you, too," he mutters. It's easy to figure things out from here: What are your intentions with my little sister? And they're entirely honorable - frankly, he doubts he's smooth enough to parlay sad conversations into heavy petting - but try telling Big Brother here that.

(Would he be like this, if Samantha were home? Unequivocally yes, but that's because any stranger talking to his sister after half a decade missing would raise alarm bells. If she'd never disappeared, Fox would like to believe he'd be normal. Normal-ish. At least willing to hear a guy out, probably.)

"I thought we'd hit the dive bar after we researched the devil and listened to Led Zeppelin," he adds dryly. If they're under this much suspicion just for being seen together, he's not going to waste his time trying to get on Bill's good side. It doesn't sound like he has one. (Maybe that's true of all Bills.) "I hear if you play "Stairway to Heaven" backwards, they praise Satan."