"I know somewhere." Will told him, still smirking, looking the boy over again. "Somewhere nice and private and comfortable." He said, hand slipping down the young man's spine to his backside, squeezing through his trousers. "And if you're very good, I won't tell your friend how much you like to take it." He smirked, stirring the other back, towards the well-furnished room that Fisher used to entertain rich patrons before shows began.