Good thing he opts not to shrink, because any unpleasant experience with an additional Will Graham could just be all that much worse for it. Fortunately, the stag is an extension of Will himself (this time), so when that dark furry beast catches onto the words, the raised hands, he does stop advancing. Black eyes the same color as hooves and antlers and tail alike blink, the thing stills, and pulls his head back as if he's just smelled something reproachable, ears twitching to match. Does this guy think he's dangerous? Positively the worst thing ever, let him do everything he can to prove that wrong, starting by having the strange sense of decency to back off. No threat here, sir, he is but a humble woodland creature enjoying his foray into the woodlands.

That's what gets Will's attention, what earns a quicker walk, and—

Well, this should be fan-fucking-tastic.

"Doctor Pym?" Absolutely fantastic, as Will casts noticeably casts no shadow and he's sure a scientist could have fun with that one. Perhaps have fun with the fact that even though Will speaks and clearly has some sort of relationship with the stag, neither of them pay the other a lick of attention. The stag is too focused on keeping where he is and Will's too focused on Hank. What a pair. "I didn't peg you as an outdoorsy person."

It's almost like they've both had issues with not having the other figured out, go figure.