Luckily for Jesper, Wilhelm thinks he's funny too. But then again, seventeen-year-old boys are pretty much the target audience for unsubtle double entendres.

His lips thaw in the kiss's heat, and his nose tingles with numbness as Jesper nuzzles some warmth back into it. Corralled against the door, Wilhelm is all rosy cheeks and soft rippling laughter. He remains aware, though, that they're in a hall lined with doors through which anybody could come and go at any moment. Behind him waits a private little hideaway. So, lightly pushing Jesper off of him, he turns and presses down on the door handle.

"Behave," he jabs in a whisper to Jesper as the door swings open. Maybe Elrond is still up on deck, theorizing about the flying whales. Maybe elves aren't as susceptible to the cold.

Or maybe he's...right there.

"Uh...hey." Smooth. He pushes a hand through his hair just to have something to do. "Did you see all the animals coming out of the water? It was so cool."

Don't mind the stranger (well, to Elrond) that he's got in tow.