"Do you have a better word for it?" Fancy magic land. That's what this was. Alex lifted a hand to gesture at him. "You're wearing a little mask, Henry. I think I know what you look like enough to see past a little owl mask."

He sidled up to the prince. Unhinged? Alex Claremont-Diaz?

A grin was Henry's only warning before he gave the prince's rear a definitive little swat. "Besides I'd know that ass anywhere." There it was. There was the unhinged. He was still grinning, quite pleased with himself for the comment.