"Oh! It's been weeeeks since somebody drooled all over me. What ever shall I do?" Wil was terrible at mimicry, which was why it came off as so insulting when he was trying to. Which was very useful when he was trying to be insulting, like at that moment. His eyebrows high and his cheeks pulled in like he was some haughty bard succubus who needed attention in order to survive. Well, sex would probably work too, with Ari.
"I," He said with a huff of air, "think maybe I should stay away from men for some time." Not that Darick was wholly representative for the gender he shared with him, but Wil had a variety of small excuses why he wasn't quite so...headstrong about jumping into relationships. But someone breaking your heart, shattering your dream, and ruining your livelihood all in a single night was bound to leave some wounds. For Wil, it was a dark cloud in the normally clear blue horizon that was his outlook on life. He spoke about it offhandedly, but there was a shadow in his eyes that wasn't there before. Maybe it was that he hadn't known something could hurt, or hurt him, that badly.
"He just don't seem like your normal type to hang around." He was sweet, but he didn't seem like he had a lot of money and was pretty guileless. Unless she really wanted to start taking magic seriously. Somehow, he really doubted that.