Wilhelm laughs, hooking his fingers in Jesper's coat to keep him in his space. If he had another hand free, he'd be sliding it into Jesper's curls — but that can wait for later. He has two free lips, though, and he presses them to Jesper's for a little slip of a kiss. The crowd bustling around them doesn't matter much, and the perpetual twilight of Nocwich helps to create a sense of secrecy despite being out in the open.

"That's for being extremely impressed."

And...yes, turned on. He's stopped walking now. Leaning in again, he lets the next kiss linger.

"And that's for the snow globe."