Will is about to come back with a haughty remark about how his skills are anything but secret, but then Rosinante just keeps on going and going and then they're past the point of no return.

At first, he just sort of blinks in confusion, trying to make sense of that statement. His usually quick mental process is temporarily slowed by the lack of any rational metaphors. I'd rather pet a cat than a penguin. Meaning that Will is more like a cat because a cat is an animal that Rosi would like to touch. That's... hmm.

In other contexts, in other places, with other people, he might follow that remark with something a little more capably flirtatious and, quite frankly, vulgar. But this situation is just so absurd and ridiculous, and Rosinante is already giggling himself sick, and Will can't help but lose his typical composure in a burst of unrestrained laughter.

He surprises himself, bringing a hand up as if to cover his mouth, but he doesn't stop. He kind of can't, at this point. It's not even the mocking sort of laughter; this is rare and pure amusement. He barely manages to get out a sentence through it.

"What the hell is that even supposed to mean?"