Not all that long ago, he'd sat across from Kelson at a table much like this one and watched the gloom gather in his expression as he lamented how limited he was in this world. So, he can see where Kell's concerns are coming from. Sipping at the deep amber ale, he considers the risk of Kelson, with his temper quick to turn, saying the wrong thing. Kelson, with his crown in another world, challenging the constraints of his position here. A knot starts to tighten in his stomach.

It's the last part that comes out of nowhere.

"Me?" Wilhelm asks, as if he might have heard wrong. He shakes his head. "I don't know... He's as stubborn as I am. But I can try."

Because the last thing he wants is for Kelson to end up thrown into a cell — or worse.