[It's too late, Will. The magic has already set in, which means Will's vaguely distraught expression does not register as something to be embarrassed about. He doesn't do what he normally might and clamp right down on all that, furiously pretend it's not a big deal that he said it and just try to exit ASAP is currently on vacation. He even takes another bite as he asks--]

Why? It's tasty.

[In fact, the more horrified Will's expression gets, the more bemused Shinjiro seems to be, until at one point--he actually laughs? Not unkindly, either, and it's surprisingly a pleasant sort of sound, albeit a little hoarse, as though he's not used to his throat doing that.]

--Geez, what the hell's with your face, anyway? You keep lookin' like you just swallowed a wholeass bug.