Ah, a dastardly plan, truly villainous. Rosinante chuckles and runs his hand slowly up and down Will's back, clearly not bothered by the joke. If it wasn't for voicing every thought, wanted or unwanted, he'd be happy to stay right here and keep kissing Will breathless.

The chuckle turns into laughter. "I can't help it. This is what you're stuck with for as long as this curse, or whatever, keeps going. It's a real shame, kissing someone and really enjoying it but knowing an entire sense is missing. You have lipstick on your - here," he says as he continues to just narrate every thought, while he lifts a hand to wipe his thumb at the corner of Will's mouth to remove some of the fuchsia he has on his own lips today.