This wasn't Will's first choice because he knew of the Boston nightlife, however he didn't want to try and think of anything else. If it would nuke all his braincells then so be it. If he came out without any memory whatsoever just like fucking Fisher he would be a happy fucking man.
Glancing to Syn Will's eyes scanned over those arms and one hand smoothed down the muscles, admiring their tone. "I forgot what a lovely body you had," he murmured softly, taking note. "Silly me."