Homelander lifts his arms, letting Billy liberate him from his shirt. There's a troubled furrow to his brow as he meets Billy's gaze, and a clear message written on his face: he's completely unwilling to accept a future devoid of ass touching.

"I'll know," he insists quietly. "I won't forget."

Memories are just... what? Electric pulses in the brain? That's nothing. Butcher's got a much deeper hold on him than that. He's in his bones, his sinews -- in all the wet, disgusting parts of him.