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[Note: Will is unlikely to use video unless there is a good need for it. He'd be more inclined to do text until he's made a substantial recovery and becomes more comfortable with voice.]

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There's an odd, hardened look at the mention of Will not being boring at all. He's being told something he knows is true but something he would rather not be true. If he could have just gone on being the dog guy who had a weighty job back home, that would have been fine. People getting close is bad. People here getting close? Even worse. He doesn't know how to explain, exactly, what it is he does in a way that makes total sense. It hardly makes sense to him. He's hoping that he stays healthy, stays on his feet, and that no one ever finds out the last thing that happened to Will back home. He can't let anyone get close enough for that to come out, and so keeping people at a further distance it is.

Hopefully, Abigail doesn't press too much. Hopefully, Abigail's father never comes up in her conversations, because Will would rather not deal with that. Deal with the fact of the matter that she's going to have to put up with people who won't take kindly to it and that she's telling their secrets like she didn't with Lecter. Isn't that a selfish thought?

The offer seems to bother him as much as the mere mention of him being interesting, jaw clenching. It could very easily be taken as a man who enjoys his own cooking getting the idea that his toes are being stepped on. In reality...well, it's not something he ever plans on coming out, either. His eyes don't leave Albus, not needing to in order to figure out he's giving a moment's notice to the other dog in the room. It's not until a little tongue wets his palm that he realizes he's supposed to say something in return, because that's just good manners. That's polite. Even though certain people aren't around, he hasn't forgotten what exactly becomes of the rude.

It just doesn't always stop him.

"I'll pass on the recipe." He'll pass on anything that Albus thinks he needs for as long as he can. He might even pass on a glass of water, just to show that he doesn't need anything he can get himself. He's a grown man, no one needs to help him figure out how to make scrambled eggs. Granted, that's not what sharing recipes is about, but he has to put up those walls. "You too. Have a good one."

A good one way, way, way far away from Will Graham.

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Cold. Uncommonly so, something to wrap his jaws around later; it gives him a problem, a puzzle, something to worm over in the days ahead. Picking apart that potential will be a far more delectable thing than any bit of egg and spice.

Albus doubts that he'll like the possibilities, no more than Graham plainly (dis)likes him. But they've already spoken of means and ends, and his ends are already well-decided -- Graham is sharp, he is a almost annoyingly perspicacious, and he has been set upon the proper path to make that of use. It's the measure of the man that blooms interesting now, and the means of handling him.

"For the best," He grants. "Until then, Mr. Graham."