Luckily for Billy, Simon's taste in music ran the gamut, leaning mostly towards whatever indie group he had discovered while traveling, and barring that, a bit of modern classical, so there was little to no chance of Simon recognizing him. "Mind if I call you Billy, then?" he asked, half of a smile pulling at his lips as he moved over to the cupboard that had been indicated, pulling two glasses from the shelf and placing them near where Billy had rested the bottle.
Simon leaned back against the counter, elbows balanced behind him. "I don't mean to pry or something, but I get the feeling that you're... I don't know. Just waiting for something to happen. I don't know if that's just how you are, but I'm not gonna bite you or anything. Just in case you were worried about that."