They have the feathers in common. That was the first inane thought that Alex's mind supplied while the rest of him tried to wrap his mind around the sight in front of him. Henry -- who was always frustratingly handsome -- looked like he'd stepped straight out of a fairytale, every bit the prince that Alex knew he was. For a moment he stood stock still in the crowd of partygoers, staring.

Great, good job, Alex. Pull it together.

A breath and he made his way over to where Henry was standing. Alex was still getting used to where the wings of his elaborate outfit and mask, so he was a bit of a danger to the people he was brushing past.

Henry would likely hear him coming with the murmured sorry, excuse me... so sorry.

Once he was close enough, once he caught Henry's gaze, a smile would bloom over his features out of pure reflex. "Why do you look like you belong here? Fancy magic land suits you."