“Suuuuuuuuure you aren’t, Willy dear.” Mischa gave him an indulging grin. ((*comes* I’m sorry I’m really not that good at Mischa but you’re honestly fantastic and you spend so much time formatting some of your replies it’s cray I bow down to you!))
HIs lips purse together in a tight line and he folds his arms over his chest. "Look, Dr. Lecter isn’t my boyfriend, nor is he about to be any time soon.”