Bill shook his head at the question, and then stopped. He could still be annoyed, but not like that. That was being stupid and petty and wasn't helping anyone. And the man was blind. "Nuh-no," he said, although he wasn't able to keep the slightly sullen tone from his voice. "Ih-ih-it's luh-hike... h-hierog-g-gluh-lyphics. F-fruh-frrr," he began, but the word seemed to be stuck. "Fff-fr-fruh-from Egypt. Eh-eh-hexcept th-they're a l-luh-lot wuh-wuh-heirder."
The thought of trying the doors abruptly brought back memories of the house on Neibolt street, with the weird rooms that they had to go through, the rooms that couldn't have fitted inside the house because they were far too big and far too tall, and Bill froze. Was this another one of It's traps? Was this man going to pluck out his eyes to replace his own cloudy ones and then eat through his ribcage to get at his heart while the dog snacked on his fingers, and send red balloons to the rest of his friends? Ooooh... shit.
Still, the best way he knew of to find traps was to spring them. So yeah, sure, he'd go along with this, but he was aware now and checking everything.