Against his better inclination, at Sookie's behest, Bill reined himself in, but he continued to observe the other man with distaste. Although if looks were any indication, he knew he had nothing to worry about. But a beauty contest was not what concerned him, not when it came to Sookie, or her heart.
He saw no need to beat about the bush, especially considering the way Sookie was acting. Protectively on edge, overly concerned for an obvious stranger. Perhaps the sooner they got rid of him the better.
"Sam distrusts him too?" he asked. Wasn't that a warning to her? If two supernaturals were suspicious, perhaps there was a reason for them to be? Perhaps he'd underestimated Sam Merlotte and his instincts before now.
Seeing that she had calmed down, he reached a tentative hand toward her, laid it upon her arm. He did not mean to be untoward, or ill-mannered, but some habits died hard, and there was definite comfort to be derived by such contact between them, sparese though it was. "Maybe you could... sit down for a minute?" he asked, keeping his voice low, and as matter of fact as he could.