Those who can do and those who can't teach? Well. Will was kinda the poster child for that old adage himself, though he clung to teaching as a lifeline.

Still. Conrad's obvious crestfallen discomfort was starting to make Will feel like he'd just kicked a puppy. Exhaling a deep breath, he set his hands down on the desk, gave the other vampire a quick -which was for Will meant to be a comforting- glance and then cocked his head to the side.

"Conrad. You know better than to come to me for uplifting words of wisdom, let alone any sort of advice on the art of seduction. I couldn't seduce a houseplant if I was made of sunshine and clear spring water."

Another soft sigh and Will stared out into the classroom for a long moment, before offering.

"Fishing. It's one of my First Season courses and it covers more passive, patient ways to coax prey to you, rather than the violence of stalking and hunting. If you're free the period I teach it next season there may be some techniques there that aren't as," he waves a hand back to where he'd had some brutal images up on a screen.

He's trying to be encouraging. In his own, blunt instrument manner.