Bill was still pretty. He didn't have a before and and after, but the man certainly wasn't lacking in looks even if there was something distinguished and singular about them now.
"Oh?" Mike asked, not really unwitting in terms of his own speaking habits. Writers paid attention to things like that, at least the good ones. He'd been a good one, once. "You need magic to get the cooking done?" That was novel. Maybe useful too, but mostly Mike just felt like maybe that seemed like an unnecessary sort of crutch.
He took the arm in question because it was being offered even if it felt like a formal sort of thing on top if flirtation, different from the old Richie Tozier who'd been like a sort of shy muppet, and even Jinn who had been more forward also less obvious.