Without knowing much about Rogue, he read the conflicting feelings in her- whether this was from micro-expressions or he actually had the ability everyone thought he had, Will rarely tried to think too much about it. He typically waited for others to break his barrier rather than the other way around, so the wide beareth would have been given to even the most touchy type of person.
"Not usually for pleasure," he admitted with a laugh. All Will had typically was serious moments. His entire life revolved around them. His mind travelled along the shadowed paths of the universe, treading deep into the hidden subconscious of the souls around him. Will had long lost his Louisana accent, due to his diving into the minds of killers.
"I can respect that. Horses are powerful, beautiful, large versions of dogs," he smirked. "I once had a horse running wild on my farm after escaping from a neighbour's and my dogs decided it was one of their own."