Valkyrie snorted, rolling her eyes with a grin. "He's just as bad off, I saw him with her before. Poor bastard's drenched in the dust those stars in his eyes are flaking all over Hell's half acre." she teased. Catching his gaze, she reached out and patted his hand comfortingly.

"Ma's a dictator...she taught Cain and Jules manners." she assured him. "Whatever happens between those two? There are only three men in this world less likely to hurt Billie than my brother: Father Hurley at St. Cyril's down the street, Cain...who's almost a priest himself...and the second soddin' coming of the Christ."