Stonewalled. Well, it was merely a first attempt, Will thought while he watched Troy sip his abandoned wine. He'd try again, chip away at the suddenly stoic man and find his way in. He always did. "I mean... I guess when I die?" Omen answered his question with a rye sensibility that he was sure did not amuse the Native. "Like... a Lurch?" Gods he hoped it was a Lurch.
"You mean maybe your funky aura...” bad choice of words for Troy. Funk was awesome, they both agreed. "Maybe spending so much time in a realm of the dead has affected your mood?" he asked, with less sarcasm than expected. "I mean, I'm sure it's affected Nate, but his baseline is already Vincent Price..." he added then had the power through the same sensation that crept up his throat when he remembered Eva had married Nathaniel.
“Oath, pact, always," Will ensured the other man and patted the Navajo on the shoulder to seal the bond. "And if it was between the two of us, I'd be the pregnant one. You'd make the worst pregnant dude," he assured Troy with a smirk.