Will mock-gasped and placed his fingers over Minerva's ears, trying not to laugh at Fisher being swatted. "Heathen! That's not nice to say to your pussy. I bet it's a lie, too. If you didn't like Minnie then you'd have cast her out a long time ago, right? Come on Minnie." The angel placed her softly back on the floor so she could promptly leap about the place and play with Will's shoelaces. Sitting on the bed Will heaved a sigh of relief and raised the bottle to his lips, tipping it back.
He hated scotch. But as it was alcoholic he wasn't going to complain. Minerva had thankfully taken his mind off his recent crying spell near the tunnels but now he was settling down his thoughts began to wander. "Thanks," he said softly, not looking at Fisher for now. "I needed this."