Will could feel the tips of his ears flush, knew they were growing pink. He'd only been joking when he called it an affliction. He wasn't usually half so prone to blushing; after this many years with the Merry Men, there wasn't much that made him bashful. But Clio and her sly tongue had a way of bringing it out in him, and he was finding he didn't mind it at all.
"Is that so?" The grin crept wider. "Well then. Seems we need to make up for lost time." He wondered what else her sly tongue could do.