"Mm," Luca said, holding up a hand in a 'wait' gesture. "Don't think I've fucked the queen yet. Great plan; skip the tea. One sec." He padded off into his room briefly, and came back struggling into a flashier, less tasteful shirt. He got to the door, took a sip from a flask, and held it out to Will.
"Pre game?" he offered, keys to the door already in hand, ready to follow.