[Samantha does, of course, sniff him, and apparently approves, even if it's Will she gravitates towards instead. Will, who lowers himself slowly on the edge of the bed, sitting in a way that invites her into his lap without him really having to think about it. Up she goes, his hand resting on soft orange fur, obvious that he's quite familiar with the behavior of dogs.

This? Not so much. He runs in small circles, and he's aware of what's needed and wanted from him in them. In a strange new place full of people who have no idea, really, what it is Will does for a living? It's harder. It's why he's gotten that table all set up, because lures don't lie. Dogs don't lie. If he keeps to himself, he won't have to lie, either.]

My job requires confidentiality. [It's the only thing he can think of that speaks to him being fully able to keep things to himself, the thing that sounds better than him just blurting out, oh no, I can keep secrets, really, no problem there.] Agreements, signed contracts. If I don't keep to them, I won't just lose my job. I'd go to prison, no doubt about it. [His lips twitch upwards in a poor attempt at a smile. Who wants to go to prison?] I'm not going to end up in prison here, far as I can tell, but you ask for things to remain private? They will. I've never broken confidentiality before, and I have no desire to start for no good reason.

[The only reason being good, of course, is it being a threat. If Albus sits here and tells him he's plotting a murder, Will is going to have to do something about it. If it's harmless, there won't be anything to do but nod along and keep it between them.]

So go ahead. It's just between us, whatever it is.