"Oh, I know you will," he smiles, in regards to Billy taking care of people who came looking for trouble. It wouldn't have been the first time, and it probably wouldn't have been the last, either. Goodnight had done it before, too, when people had talked bad about the 'Chinaman.' Of course, those had usually been fistfights, and the very occasional time he pulled out his rifle. He wasn't keen on using it, but despite his demons... he would do it, for his friend. Meanwhile he enjoys that kiss, opening his mouth to Billy's to slip his tongue in as well, tasting and caressing.

Fortunately, the stroking wasn't enough to get him off just yet, but it was certainly a good warm-up. This entire bath had been. He felt pretty relaxed, and he reckoned that was what his friend had in mind. He smirks a little when the towel is on his head, before taking it off. Billy's words almost make a shiver run down his spine. "Yes, sir," he murmurs, before getting out and doing just as he was told.

Though there was no reason to feel as such, Goody couldn't help the wave of self-consciousness that washed over him once he stood there, dry and naked. The urge to wrap the towel around himself, or at least his waist, was there. But at least in this moment of his life, he vowed to prove himself not to be a coward. He walks into the other room, naked as the day he was born, to join his friend. There is only a little hesitance in his movements as he goes to stand in front of Billy. Reaching out, he begins unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down and off his shoulders after. Next is his trousers, a look of concentration on his face. He might still be a bit nervous, but Goodnight is sure that he wants this, wants Billy.