"Keepin' company. Unlike yourself." Billy raised an eyebrow. As the man made a move for his pistol, he quickly reached to his right hip with his free hand, pulling out his second pistol. Bringing it up in one swift motion, he brought it hard to the right, pistol whipping the man in the face with the steel barrel of the gun. "Now, now, you should know better than to go grabbin' for a man's pistol." He huffed, smirking as he clicked back the hammer of the second pistol, now pointing both at the man.