Wil was already padding towards her, his large toes extending to feel the carpet beneath them. "Two. One t'remember I ain't getting younger and one cause I still have coin for a shirt." Wil smirked and slapped his flat stomach. He swore when it changed shape he'd finally buy something that closed in front of his chest. And, with the arduous work of ordering food, he tipped sideways like a felled tree right into the loving arms of her couch. His longest relationship, but they still hadn't moved in together yet.
He moved again only to shift and pull his gun out of his pocket and again to pull a pillow out from under his back. His eyes were already getting dangerously droopy. Wil was as passionate a napper as he was an eater. Came with the adventurer's territory. You never knew when something interesting might crop up. So when it wasn't so interesting...sleep.
"Whaddya wanna show me again?" Clearly, she had his undivided attention.