He works out pretty fast that Jesper is flirting with him, but working out what to do about that takes an extra beat. Or two. He isn't used to the directness, and he wasn't expecting it from someone he's just met. Even Simon was more likely to call him an idiot than anything else, though he shaped it like a term of endearment.

Wilhelm can see him, a little bit, in Jesper's twinkling eyes and the perfect cupid's bow of his lips. He can see that hypothesis at work.

Then suddenly, he feels profoundly alone even though Jesper is next to him and the darkness around them is filled with other partygoers. But he shakes it off, because "yearning for one's ex-boyfriend" probably isn't the response anyone anticipates when they toss out a flirty comment. Forcing a laugh, he busies himself with his drink.

"Maybe that's what they're actually looking for when they summon people here," he jokes. He's not looking at Jesper anymore, but at the stars stretched overhead.