Will slipped in quietly as the girls were finishing up their kiss, and he pecked Wisti on the cheek as he sidled in close to her and sat down.  His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging loosely, and he wore the scruff of not shaving.  He was drinking ice water at the moment.  "Mm, that was quite enjoyable.  Two excellent kissers make an excellent kiss, I believe."<br/><br/>When Marguerite offered herself up for questioning, he smiled.  "I guess it's only fair that you answer your own question.  Tell us a fantasy you've had about someone here?  I'll bet you have a very... productive mind."