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A grin pulls itself across Will’s face. He refocuses his attention on his silverware, shifting them in his hands and biting his lip to hide a laugh.
“Depends on the amount of alcohol in my system.” It’s a weak feint, he knows. “What arouses your interests, Doctor?”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”