Marty and Willis
Willis pursed his lips as he took a drink. "Then I'd suppose we're not much alike then." He replied.
The more he focused on Marty, the more he seemed to get about him. But reading him was like reading through a fog. All he knew for sure was that he was up to no good. What that entailed, only god knew at that time. And of course, half of Zion could be considered 'up to no good', so he reserved his judgement. After all, it wasn't like he could do anything- especially with Kristoph back. Not that he'd wanted to tussle with a Werebear in the interim.