"Matthew 7:12, Miriam," Will said, literally quoting chapter and verse as he picked up the candle. "I may be the champion of a pagan god, but I've also still Anglican and can remember my Sunday school lessons quite well. 'All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you; do ye even so to them.' That's old-timey English for 'don't threat me with a good time.'"
He carried Miriam around as he briefly looked through her drawers, searching for something. Miriam would get the sense that Will was stalling a little bit as well, mind you -- he was still somewhat playing the fool here, putting on a goofy act to try to cheer the both of them up somewhat. It was fascinating really; even his gait as he walked around the room changed a little bit as he tried to play up a somewhat unfamiliar role. Normally, this would be accompanied by a physical shift as well, but it turns out Will's acting chops were more than just a product of his physical malleability; his posture control and mannerisms were a product of years of training in and of themselves, and he was putting on a bit of a show for Miriam's benefit.
The fact that his measured walk and movements reminded Miriam of the walls and persona she herself would sometimes put up may not be entirely coincidental, as Will strode around her room like he owned the place.