He blinks at Bill.

Thinks about it. Turns it over in his mind once or twice.

"I...could try that," he says, slowly. If the alternative is manipulation, then...maybe Ford can work on being better at confronting uncomfortable things. He's cautiously open to this.

"But what should the signal be?"

Double middle fingers would probably not help with the knee jerk anger, but they're drunk-Ford's first thought.