William had you over at his place. He certainly didn't joke around with his wines, and he wasn't one to drink slow either. By 6pm, you've already gotten him good and drunk. He really didn't have much self control. The dinner he cooked was good at least, but it looks like you're on dishes duty. He gets up, stumbling, but aiming to help you with them. He chuckles as you tell him to sit back down. He doesn't even seem to realize, nor care as he falls back onto the couch.

William: "Darling, you're so cute when you scold me like the animals at the shelter." He shakes his head, "Next time I swear no wine. On my honor!" He is most definitely a little more than tipsy.