Will was right about that - Declan would never betray him and not just because he knew how bad of an idea that would be. No, mainly because in their time locked up together, they'd gotten to know one another. Dec considered Will to be a friend - a close friend, the kind he hadn't bothered to have in a long time.
"I missed your charming way of referring to me as a little lady." He replied blandly as he took a swig of his beer. He'd expected that response, known it was coming; in all their time of knowing each other Declan had quickly picked up on his need for deflection; such was life when you were the oldest Murphy kid, heir to the throne of the entire empire, Declan assumed. But two could play at that particular game of giving flippant answers to direct questions. Declan, was in fact, quite talented at it.