Was she talking about herself now? Will wondered curiously so. All the slight touching and brushing of hands, was that a hint too? Will was more than observant, he couldn't help but to start to figure people out. He couldn't turn his empathy off, he picked up on her every move, the movements that her body made to give her away. He noticed when she looked at his face when she bit her lip and lowered her eyes. It made her look beyond attractive, almost wanton but still refrained.

He smiled, raising a hand and gently he brushed a curtain of her soft curls back, away from her face and delicately over her shoulder. The backs of his fingers stroked her jawline and the bottom of her ear as he moved them. Thumb resting near her temple, fingers splaying out to explore said ringlets. Will paused like that for a moment, his eyes studying her face, his own lips parted and plump. Wetting them with his tongue momentarily in a slight lick before closing them and swallowing.

"No." He answered, breathy and low. Letting his fingertips caress the side of her neck as they returned. Curling them under her chin to tilt it up slowly, his thumb softly and bravely dared to brush over her bottom lip, pulling it down just a fraction only to let it bounce back in place once the contact broke. "None like you. Our flowers are faint and void of vibrancy." Will neared a little more until she could feel his breath against her face. "I'm about to be pricked by a thorn... Or take the sweetest thing in this garden for my own."