[Will stops everything, hands frozen mid-twirl of the fork, and lets his full attention sit on Jeff. He watches, listens—an ideal student for any teacher, provided they don't mind the occasional feeling said student sees through them, aren't bothered by the way one little tilt of his head turns him from hungry for knowledge to something bordering on predatory. Whatever those little gestures mean to Jeff, he's hopeful they're never taken as threat, but for now, Jeff's the entire universe to Will Graham.

He waits a few seconds after Jeff's declaration of pride, and finally expresses something of his own. Lips pull down, he nods a bit, buying every word for how Jeff puts it out there and finding them all to be just fine. Tasteful. Tasty.]

Point taken. Very fair, and you present it well.

[He appreciates. He accepts. A+ lawyer skills on display.]

I like you, too, by the way. In case you hadn't...realized that.

[He looks down and starts in on his meal with a returned zest for actually eating. Appetite restored, thanks to Jeff Winger.]