[Wilhelm's eyes follow the dribble of wine down Iris' chin. A grin tugs at the corners of his lips. Through years of wallowing in here alone and commiserating with friends now gone, he's become something of an expert in drinking straight from the bottle. It's all about the angle, as he demonstrates when Iris passes the bottle back.

Although he makes a face at his roommate, he doubts he'll be all that annoyed. Half because it's Iris, and half because your highness just feels so disconnected from who he is now. It's like calling him the wrong name. He blows out a sigh.]

I guess I could have whatever I wanted, as long as it could be bought with money. [Unfortunately, so many of the things he wanted had nothing to do with money.] But you can just do that with your powers.

[He gestures to the hat perched snugly on his head.]