"Was it a run at the St. Mark's Baths?" He asked, the quirk of his eyebrows betraying deep skepticism. He could still hear the low groan of support beams straining to support the weight of the building against their strange new shape, but he did nothing to set them right.
At the jab that followed, Erik's eyes narrowed. Deciding that he was not having any of his shit today, Erik abruptly yanked the doorknob behind Billy to smack the kid in the back with the heavy wooden frame. Just a friendly reminder that Grandpa didn't fuck around.