"I said heart!" Will patted his chest, looking completely innocent. "No need for fisticuffs, and no need to get personal. You can still look at my arse for free. Chill out, have a drink." He retrieved his own glass from the bar, held it up towards her in a mock salute, and drained it. "Yow that has a kick." He was still recording Much's antics, although in a kind of wobbly fashion being that he wasn't looking at the screen.