Will shot Clio a sly look in return. "You heard the Friar, luv, no fucking over lunch. Though I could make a meal of you..." He was mostly ribbing Tuck – can I eat first, said the man who decided to fondle his boyfriend under the table that one lunch, the two of them nodding along to Stutely all innocent like they were listening to a thing he was saying, hah! – though meeting Clio's eyes, her face alight with a mischievous expression, his mind shot in exactly that direction. "Well," he added, with a widening grin, "mayhap I'll save you for dessert."