Will was battling his own apprehensions. Ben had Clio's trust, and Clio's trust held a lot of weight with him, but he was still an unknown quantity. A powerful god who, whether he'd ever think of using it or not, was going to walk away with a pretty hefty bit of leverage on them in the form of the crime he was about to commit on their behalf. And it was crime on a level Will could only barely begin to grasp, on a level that might as well be magic for all he understood how it worked. (He'd almost laughed when Ben had asked if they'd wanted to be there for it, "so you don't have to take my word for it", as though Will wasn't going to have to do that either way.)
He glanced at Much beside him, wondered if he ought to say something – she really doesn't bite, I swear and we're not about to make a huge mistake, right? both flashed through his mind as possibilities – before settling for a simple nod, and knocking.
When Clio answered the door, Will greeted her with a chaste kiss. "Hi, love." Was she tense? She looked a little tense. Maybe something to do with being roped into your life of crime, idiot. She had suggested the idea... but possibly she hadn't expected to be this involved. That thought brought with it the sharp sting of guilt. His whole goal had been to keep the Sheriff from darkening her door; why had he thought it was a good idea to do this here?
He laced his fingers through hers, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, before turning back to his friend. "Clio, this is Much. Much, Clio."