Wren stands, steadying Will. "It's true talking is hardly the best use of one's tongue," he jokes, with a small smirk. Will is just about the opposite of his type, or he wouldn't say it right now, but banter is usually how Wren copes.

"I do try when possible to avoid people born in a different decade," he assures Will, steering him in the right direction a little. "No facial rearranging necessary."