Bill was a good driver. He had years of practice. But he had no control over his passengers and their annoying nuances. She seemed to forget that he could have just left her at the fair to fend for herself. What was she to him anyway? Besides potential dinner if he ever got hungry enough or lost his temper. That was a cruel and mean thought, but not without its truth.
He had gotten out of his car to do the polite thing and open the door for her, but she moved too quickly. And, before he could make it around to the other side of the vehicle, she was storming out of the passenger side and making her way up to the house of Mr. Dresden, singing and mocking him.
Bill didn't follow her.
What would that have accomplished? He was a vampire. He couldn't enter the home of a mortal without their permission. And she was hell bent on no longer being in his presence. Was he angry about that? No, just a little put off. Irritated. No good deed goes unpunished? If he'd really wanted to stop her, he could have. She had no power in Jo's body and his glamour probably had a good chance of working on her in this state. But he didn't really want to get involved.
Keep out of the business of magic, Bill. You'll live longer, his subconscious told him. And he trusted his inner voice. He didn't take one step onto that lawn. Instead, he leaned up against his Mercedes and waited for Molly to make it to the front door.
Just in case anymore beasts decided to poke their heads out.