"Bets? No way." Willi laughed quietly as he turned to meet the Leutnant. "Only bets I'm making is who can stay standing at the end of the night!" He chuckled, shedding his peacoat and shoving his gloves into one of the pockets, handing the thing off to a servant, fumbling his glasses case in his hands idly as he walked.

"My word, Wernher, they give you shipping orders to come all the way out here?" He was referring obviously to the uniform getup he'd elected to wear. "You look ready to whip those Southern [i]dummkopfs[/i] right here and now!" It was good to be back. Tecklenburg couldn't compare to this kind of company.

Note to the others, Willi's accent is extremely grating to those not used to it. It was a nasally tone and painfully obvious that he was from the Rhineland. Not that many cared. Perhaps his Catholicism would be more of a point of contention here.