Booth sighed, his shoulders rising in a sluggish shrug. "His mother and I never married so my rights are kind of..." He trailed off. "I get him once in a while. But it's better than it could be." Especially with his job and how a serial killer playing games with him and Bones had actually gotten close enough to speak to his son once.
He snorted. "Free entertainment. How can you pass that up?" Booth grinned. "It is fun though. They get so into it, are still suprised by the big twists and to see that through their eyes? It's worth the embarrassment of sounding like an idiot."
Reaching over, he picked up one of the silver nitrate capsules. "Well, yeah, unless you have some kind of big scaley demon looking thing fetish," Booth replied dryly as he rolled the bullet between his fingers.
He picked up one of the bullets with the blue liquid inside. "Sundog," he said, trying to get the names right. He still couldn't even believe he was having this conversation. "I like waving my gun around and threatening people with it because it gets pretty good results," he admitted, "but shooting to kill is a problem."