"I bet you --" Yeah, no. The flirting wasn't working, particularly not when Bill put his glasses back on his face for him, and Richie had a moment of visual clarity that he hadn't encountered in well over a week. Maybe ever. It made Richie forget exactly what he'd been about to schmooze out playfully because all he could really do was go red, red, red and notice that Bill had the kind of excessive freckles that only a redhead really could.
He should have been impressed by the magic -- and he was but he was more concerned about putting his foot directly in his mouth. Or, maybe, the fact that this guy seemed to know more about Richie than he ever really wanted to let on. Was he that obvious? Maybe the floodgates had just opened up after Eddie --
Well.
Or maybe Bill was just this flirtatious with everyone, and didn't care what (or who) they were interested in.
"Thanks," he said a little lamely , stepping back a little too, to put his hands in his pockets -- only to pull them out again in order to have a seat. "Milk and sugar are fine. That's ah -- some cool magic."