Will nods, bemused, as he watches the child and the wolf. Nothing is surprising him lately--not sense meeting the Doctor, and encountering the witches. And the Queen. He is still a little stunned at the truths he learned from the Queen...stunned about a lot of things he chooses not to think of now.
There is something sharp in the man's reply. Will looks up, raises an eyebrow. "Indeed, I am," he says slowly. "How do you know of me?"