"I don't need to marry a whole tribe of sirens, just one in particular would do. And no, I don't think that was what that rumour was about." He looked up at Corry with a soft, bemused smile as she laughed. His brother, the player, was not really something he associated Alex. Out of all of them it was Will, up until Henry's death, that had never seemed likely to settle down. "I did visit a jewellery shop and... I bought you that necklace."

After looking at cases of rings and debating with his brothers whether the woman he was still chasing after all these years would prefer diamonds or pearls, or something traditional or something modern. Whether or not their mother could be parted with a family heirloom or not.

"This looks incredibly Corry," Will replied, his hand reaching out to brush against hers. He's glad that the drink adorning the table is non-alcoholic, at how far they've both come since then. Will smiled, rubbing his thumb against her wrist as he toyed the idea with her teaching him media skills. "I doubt we'd get much done with you as my teacher or at least not the type of things we should put on camera at least."

Will laughed softly at the idea of a private tour. He'd genuinely like that even if Corry would get too involved with telling him all the ins and outs of the theatre and was less likely to be distracted by kisses behind the curtains and gentle caresses in the upper galley.

"I would love a private tour, I like it when you talk theatre. It's when you always seem genuinely happy."