"Dickhead yourself." Will cocked his head, chewing as he watched Tuck flick the staff around like he was born holding it, the air whooshing as the staff spun like helicopter rotors. Tuck certainly held a good deal of control over his movements, showing the physical improvements he'd made in the past ten months. He unashamedly watched Tuck's butt as he moved, flicking on the outside light so he could see it better in the twilight.