Greengrass managed to be so right and so wrong at the same time, and it struck a cord that left Billy feeling half-annoyed and half-angry. He had no reason to be interested anyways, and questioning him when he didn't want to give answers didn't seem like the kind of strategy he would have tried if held at wandpoint. He tried to hold it tongue, but his anger managed to manifest anyways, except in the form of hasty movements instead of snippy comments; he grabbed for another bottle, knocked it into another, and then caused a small domino effect with a number of smaller bottles, which in turn caused him to shove a piece of parchment—a recipe, maybe?—to the floor with a frustrated grunt.
"I know perfectly well what I'm doing," he finally broke, turning his entire body to face Greengrass. "Don't act like you know anything, because you don't. I'm not a - a - a bad person. I got sick, and I need this ingredient."
"I know perfectly well what I'm doing," he finally broke, turning his entire body to face Greengrass. "Don't act like you know anything, because you don't. I'm not a - a - a bad person. I got sick, and I need this ingredient."
