Wilhelm breaks into a laugh, and the heaviness of what they've shared slides right off his shoulders. That's the thing about unloading what you carry around in your heart: in someone else's hands, it becomes a little lighter.

"Fuck the rules," he agrees, tipping his head back and shaking out his hair as if basking in the glow of some unseen sun. For all that some of the other Summoned grumble about the strictness of life in Castle Thorne, he thinks the rules on who he should be and what he should do with his life are a lot looser than what he knew before. And he never forgets that.

Fortunately for Iris, Wilhelm too has a long history of getting into trouble. His reputation as partyprinsen, although wildly exaggerated in the tabloids, wasn't completely unfounded. Since the day he got pulled out of the Summoning pool over two years ago, he has matured in leaps and bounds, but...nevertheless, he can't help the grin that spreads across his face at the other boy's invitation.

"Let's start with refreshments." He lifts his eyebrows. "If we're breaking rules, we'll need to keep our energy up."

Folding his hands behind his back in a casual manner, he starts strolling toward the table that holds all the wine.