[Gabriel won't cry over one bottle gone? William briefly wonders where it's gone before shrugging harshly. Absolutely no idea, he just knows it was nothing to do with him at the time. With the arm at his shoulders the principate feels a bit more sturdy, running a hand through his ruffled hair absently as he peers down the bar.]

I'd still feel bad or something. [Another huff.] This place is ridiculous. Even I could run a mansion better. At least I'd do something about the stairs. Right. Yours then? [William hiccups once and gets to his feet, not even waiting for an answer as he starts to make his way towards the door.

Or where he thinks the door is.

He's somewhat positive it's not where it was....]