[Surprise indeed! Will shows it, too. Subtly, of course, but he clutches the mug a little tighter and his eyes widen a bit. Until Mike starts talking, at least, ridding him of any real physical surprise. No. He's too busy on the mental end, finding this brazen approach far more polite than it is rude, eyes narrowing not out of anger or intimidation but to return to something normal. Even Little Fluffy Shithead's appearance doesn't draw his attention away.]

So you can hear it from somebody else or get it from the horse's mouth, is that it? [Far, far too amused for someone who's offended. Will isn't, and he carefully puts that mug in Mike's hands.] That's good. The only other person who'd be able to talk about it is a deranged liar. Do me and yourself a favor, Mike.

[He smiles. It's as fake as a mannequin's hair.]

Stay away from Walter White.