Will's shoulders tensed slightly, the only giveaway of his reaction to the thought of something taking over his body for its own nefarious purposes. "I would like to avoid that," he murmured, squinting at the talisman she showed him. "For now, the talisman will work fine." He had seen men get tattoos and if he could, he wanted to avoid it. It seemed like an unnecessary amount of pain for something that would in time fade. "Solid black eyes or solid white eyes, run away," he echoed. As much as he disliked the idea of running, it was better to learn to fight the demons before engaging one.
"Genres?" It looked like he would have to get used to new words as well as the new machines and lifestyle of the colonies years ahead of his own. "I hope so. That did not reflect too kindly on the others." Although it did leave him curious as to what the others would sound like. "Though it did sound like something that would not be out of place in Tortuga." A sound befitting of drunken pirates.
A man passing in the opposite direction sent Will a strange look, moving a little farther over than was necessary as he passed by the two. Will glanced over his shoulder and then shook his head. "I might in a - " He paused and pointed at the object in her hand. "What is that?"