[If William thought Wonderland couldn't get any weirder, he's pretty sure this whole thing tops the weird charts. Standing there holding a lion cub to his chest, staring at the archangel Gabriel who is more a nicer twin with longer hair....It truly is an odd thing, and there's another moment of awkward silence from the principate before he takes a step back. The cub is already nuzzling at his neck, obviously fine with being held for the time being.]

Sorry, uh, come in. [There's nothing in William's room that gives much away, it's neat, tidy and all the mirrors are either covered or broken.] I don't know of anyone who owns a lion here. I can always ask, but if someone had lost it they would probably have said something by now.