[Rhetorical or not, he received a nod in return. Will would drink just about anything put in front of him at this point. The beard was a dead giveaway of a Man In True Distress, okay, he'd take whiskey neat as a whistle or filthy as the sewers. Just get it in his gut.

He took it with a quiet thank you, carefully dropping his eyes after as though that would, by any means, alleviate the way he could just feel Chilton's boring into him.]

We were all on the same side. Frank has nice hands. [Does Chilton want context because that's all he's getting. Right now, anyway.] Jorah was...he had some thing with Rincewind. I think.

[Will moves to a chair, finally sitting like an actual human being with manners.]

They were looking out for each other. I didn't. Have anyone. I tried to seduce him. Jorah. [This is a conversation that is happening for sure; Will takes half that whiskey in a single sip.] M'not really good at that, even in my dreams.

[Glass cradled between his knees, Will raised his eyebrows and inclined his head. Quid pro quo maybe??]