Right now, from Wilhelm's perspective, Elrond is the coolest person ever for keeping his knowing looks to a minimum and refraining from any ribbing. Any of the guys at Forest Ridge would be eating him alive right now — well, for so many reasons. Shaking his head at Jesper's blunt bribe, he reaches behind him to hang his cold weather gear on one of the hooks by the door.

"Maybe a nice long bath would be, uh...relaxing before bed," he suggests with a shrug.

Emphasis on long. He has the grace to look apologetic, aware that, though in not so many words, he's kicking Elrond out. He clears his throat awkwardly.

"If you don't mind."