Will laughs, finishing his water and putting the bottle back down on the bar. It's glass, which is weird to him, but kind of nice. He likes the weight of it. “You want to dance?” he asks. This is probably the first time he's fully decompressed since he got here. It won't last, but he's going to enjoy it while he can. “I'll have to warn you, I'm really god.” That's a blatant lie; he's more enthusiastic than good, but it works out.