Feeling like a wound that hasn't healed right, Wilhelm isn't in much of a party mood. He lets Elrond drag him along to the banquet anyway, because the alternative is rotting alone in the room with all his thoughts. The promise of alcohol is persuasive enough. No, he doesn't want to examine the timeline of when and how booze evolved beyond something fun to do, something to help him loosen up in social situations.

Anyway, after dinner concludes, he sticks to the edges of the ballroom. He debates slipping out after the first song, but somehow that makes him feel worse. If Lucifer can find someone to dance with, then what the hell is wrong with him that he can't? He's been hoping to catch Rhy alone, his eyes finding him all night without ever really meaning to. The problem with him being so gorgeous, though, is that he's never alone. There's a wall around him, too, that he isn't sure how to breach.

That's when he catches a glimpse of Robin wallflowering by an elaborate display of cakes. She'd helped him stave off boredom while he recovered in Nocwich, and kept visiting him after they returned to Thorne. Supposing he owes her, Wilhelm cuts across the room, hands folded behind his back and shoulders straight. In his embroidered jacket he looks, well, princely.

"Wanna dance?" With a little grin, he offers his hand to her.