[He wasn't expecting that—nor was he expecting Gunther's licks to stop because he sneezed doggy snot all over the back of his neck the moment April finished speaking, as if Will had forgotten he was there. In a somewhat animal-unfriendly movement, Will reaches out to bodily shove the dog off screen. It's possible he's grown used to Gunther's sneezing, the fits, and knows that it's going to get worse. It does, but that sneezing is further away and not all over him. Victory.]

Pretty model prisoner. [His voice is a little too rough for him to sound entirely flippant. But wait, if she's this into the bad guys and he's got...] I still got it, you know. Orange jumpsuit I came here in. Haven't had it in me to get rid of it.

[Wanna see? is implied, but not stated. He's still got his hand out to keep the dog at bay. The dog who has been sneezing the entire time. Normal day in a Graham home, this. This furry mess here.]