Aha. Alright, Mr. Party Prince, he's picking up what you're putting down. The instant Iris realizes exactly what Wilhelm's goong for, his grin only widens, taking on a conspiratorial air. It's not as if they're really doing anything wrong here; Iris has helped himself to the local wine since his arrival, and nobody has even batted an eye to it. So either his status as a Summoned has let him bypass some age restriction laws, or they're far looser here than his world's Seattle... Still, he can't help the mischievous air about him when he snatches up a glass of something in the realm of aubergine and brings it up to his lips.

"So." His overactive mind is turning, even as he glances around to make sure no one is listening in (as if they're planning the world's greatest heist or something) before he leans closer, speaking over the rim of his glass. "What's the biggest thing your shadows can hide?"