Will quirked a small grin at Clio. A sonnet was definitely classier than rhyming slang, but the two of them had never tried for classy, he supposed. "Sounds a bit like Alan," he said, without really thinking. He rarely had much of a problem telling Clio about his friends, but he was usually more circumspect around others. "The, uh... the sucker-for-love bit, not the other part. Alan falls in love more often than he changes his socks."