Self deprecating, a little insecure. Bill wasn't used to that, it'd been a while since he'd spent time with someone who didn't ooze confidence like Klaus. "I'd buy it," Bill said honestly as he leaned forward in his chair. Jokes were one man's pastime and another's armour, Bill got that. Charlie could be that way, telling jokes about being poor, or never getting anything to himself.
"Rogers and Stark aren't really my type," Bill said with a little raise of his eyebrows. Exactly what was his type was a mixed bag and while he saw the appeal, a little more eclectic ticked his boxes more readily.
"I'll be your Mr February any time you like though, sugar," he added and while he was smiling he had no trouble being far more serious about it than Richie. "And I'll be every bit as gentle as I promised earlier."