D'Artagnan supposes the best way to answer that would be to say nothing at all and make a sort of vague shrugging motion and head movement. It's not a yes and it's not a no. It's not really anything, so, no harm done?

He snorts at that. "I think you're much more of an Eric as well," he says, "Much too well-mannered to be Bill." Because really, who wants to be Bill? He's awful, at least in D'Artagnan's opinion. And very annoying.

"Jason?" He raises an eyebrow. He can see Hoyt easily enough, but Jason? He likes to think he wouldn't make such stupid decisions. He shrugs it off.

"What does that taste like?" he asks, nodding at the bottle of Tru Blood that Crowley had asked for. "I've been curious."