Gaze once again returning to the menu as the waitress‘s attention focused on Agent Turner with an expression of recognition, William deliberated with a few of his options as he listened to first Taya and then her partner easily place their orders, both ready with their answers. Not wishing to hold things up, especially with Archer being involved, by the time Lucy had looked back to him, he had chosen perhaps not his first choice of food, but something acceptable.

“I’d like two of your double cheeseburgers, a double order of french fries, and a strawberry lemonade, please,” he requested smoothly, holding out his own menu with a polite smile.

He caught The briefest hint of surprise Flickr across Lucy‘s face before she managed to cover it up with another smile of her own. Watching her leave, William couldn’t help but feel somewhat amused. He didn’t eat out very often, but when he did, he always got a small kick out of The wait staff‘s reactions to his usually larger than average order. His trim appearance didn’t lend the impression that he could eat that much. As he had reflected on earlier, werewolves needed a lot of calories to keep them going. Smile fading back into a more reserved appearance, his blue eyes returned to the FBI agents, wondering where their conversation would go next.

Eli apparently wasn’t one for small talk, or beating around the bush, getting straight to the point by asking William about his knowledge on the situation as he reached for his briefcase as soon as the waitress was out of the room and withdrawing a manila folder stamped with the FBI’s logo and tapping it with one of his thin fingers. Taya didn’t look all that happy to be jumping straight into the crux of their meeting, though she didn’t outwardly object. William could almost hear her desire to sigh and had to work on not releasing one of his own. Leaning back in his chair, he scrutinized the severe man for several seconds as he considered how best to answer.

“...Just William, if you don’t mind,“ he finally reiterated, though he felt as if it was probably a waste of time. When it came to Eli, ...[I]Agent Archer[/I], at least. Pressing his lips together in a momentary hard line, he continue Don without giving the other an opportunity to respond. “More or less, yes.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but William held up a hand quickly, gaze flicking to the door. a few seconds later, the door in question opened, revealing Lucy coming back with their assortment of drinks. Adopting a polite smile as the waitress approached, he accepted his drink with a murmured word of thanks.

“Here’s that strawberry lemonade for you,” Lucy was saying as she separated out the drinks, placing each in front of the intended owner, “your coke Taya, and your mint tea sir. Is there anything else I can get you?” she then asked, tugging a couple of straws from the apron around her waist and setting them on the table before glancing around.

No, thank you,” William responded after a moment in his smooth baritone, keeping his polite smile in place until Lucy had nodded and once again left the room, promising to return as soon as the food was ready. As soon as she had left however, the smile faded, turning into a rather grim expression.

With a rather deep sigh, William picked up his glass, ignoring the straw and taking a sip. He seemed to contemplate the flavor for a moment before setting his cup back down carefully on the cardboard coaster. He then ran his thumb under one eye as if tired.

“I was told that there are at least seventeen missing or dead people at last count,“ he said soberly, some of the names and faces he could remember passing through his mind. “The bodies of the victims that were recovered showed animal like mutilation and in some cases... partial consumption. Like whoever had killed them took a few bites.” His mouth twisted into a deeper scowl, as if The very idea was disgusting to him. And truly, it was. To some werewolves, hunting humans was part of the fun of being what they were, but for the majority, including William, hunting humans was an abhorrent act no better than murder.