[Will should, probably, find the idea of the scent of cooked human flesh permeating an apartment (any of them, not just Ken's) disgusting. But if Ken is expecting that to cause a wrinkled nose or worse frown than usual, he'll come up empty-handed. There is no noticeable revulsion, not for any of it. Ken continues on and, what, adds some reassurance that he won't be lighting up his stove to partake of cooked human meats? Is eating human flesh considered that much better in ghoul culture? Do they simply eat it as it comes to them and not care for preparation? Puts a whole new twist on salads being human. Can't be worse than the smell of fish, he thinks, biting back the words of someone who is terribly freaked out right now (only not). Arms crossed over his chest for lack of anywhere else to go, no defensiveness, Will is quite at ease. With Ken. With the conversation. No worries here. Will sluggishly lifts his elbows outward just enough to be spotted in place of a shrug and pulls a face. If that's how Ken wants to go about his diet, no skin off Will's back.

Hopefully...]

You know about the file leak that happened by now, don't you? While you were...unavailable. [It's the best way to word it that Will can think of, better than going with something like "disposed of." Not all cannibals are the same, after all. Ken probably doesn't appreciate that sort of humor the same way as someone who does it on purpose and cracks jokes at the dinner table no one else understands until it's horrifyingly too late.] It was on the Network, is why I ask. Everyone in the community could. [Sorry, buddy.] See it.

[Part of Will's job is making sure Ken reintegrates with the community at large properly, knowing how Ken intends to go from here is something for his notes.]