Minerva was tossed aside as Will rolled onto his stomach to face Fisher, the kitten having to find another place to rest her furry body. With a smile one of Will's eyebrows arched, almost like some supervillain, and he eyed Fisher in clear mischeivous delight. "Oh she's a vixen that one. Curves in all the right places. Delicious. It's not the blonde I like but the body, man..." Yes Will could be straight. Sometimes.
"Failing that I'd give Jacob a try." Another cackle was emitted into the room. Eyeing Fisher with a rather cheeky glint it was clear a question was coming. "What about you?"