[He doesn't much mind people who have the ability to be very dangerous knowing where he lays his head at night. After walking into his home to find Mason Verger feeding his face to Will's dog at the clear behest of Hannibal Lecter, it would take a lot to actually shock him. April has her interest in the baddies, and her horde of furry little men ready to do anything she requires of them, it'll be just fine.

He pulls the slip back, eying the address for the laboratory with muted confusion. Is he supposed to go by and make sure Ken's come around for his meals, isn't skipping out and getting his cannibalism groove on some other way? Good information to have, sure, but he hasn't a clue what he's expected to do with it.]

I used to live in De Chima. [And he was not rarely at his place, except on the weekends when he was April's live-in boyfriend-not-boyfriend-shaggy-man-leech. Despite having left Virginia behind, he still speaks fondly of it. Will obviously liked the place, even if he's no longer a resident.] I'll send you a message if I'm ever back up that way again. Wouldn't wanna interrupt anything or waste our time.

[A more human smile than usual makes its way across his face at that, directed solely towards Ken as he folds the paper up and moves to stuff it in his wallet. No fear, no hesitation, no viewing Ken as some terrible cannibalistic criminal who must be treated with gentle hands, or cowered to, in order to prevent any terrible violent outbursts. If Will's openness all along hasn't made that very apparent, well. He can add onto that with:]

Want me to tell April you said hi?

[Like talking to an old friend more than anything else, go figure.]