Wes Pryce

"When Will's involved, everything."

"Oh dear lord," he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Really? That's all you got from that? Good grief."

"The air quotes are not needed. When I say slap, I mean punch your pretty face. And we both know you're not a fan of that under any circumstances."

"No it's not. I honestly have no idea how and when you came up with that ridiculous name. It's Bill Pratt. Stop pouting."

"I will come over and not so humbly slap you in a few seconds, Bill. And no, that's not code for anything."

"A. A case. The. The case. And it's pie, humble pie."

"You're excused, you don't seem to know any better. I doubt it's that simple. You should know better, though."

"I honestly need to do something about that man's arrogance. Some humble pie may not be amiss."

"On! On him.... Bloody..." stalks off.

"Errr.... Right. Indeed. I'll uh..." points over his shoulder, "go an check in him."

"Oh dear. You hit a nerve," he says amused.

"I warned you about that. You chose not to listen."

"Don't be ludicrous, Will. One day you're going to have to tell me how you even came up with that particular name. Stop sulking."

"Your...." He gives the other an incredulous look. "I think William is very nice. Or even Will."

"Your name is William Pratt, you wanker."

"I refuse to call him Guillaume. Ridiculous."

"I may have to break his pretty nose. Again"

"I'm going to kill him, so help me God."