There was an undignified little snort as Henry's ass was promptly swatted, and then his eyebrows raised even further though it could not be seen for the mask.

Ah, there it was-- the comment that Henry had been expecting that dropped from Alex's lips. The First Son looked so pleased about it too, as if he had been saving his whole damn life to put that little zinger down. He took a sip of the champagne, grateful that he hadn't spilled it, though he was making eye-contact with Alex the entire time.

"I will have to choose a better costume next time, maybe a sheet over me? I will go around saying 'boo' or whatever sort of things that you think that british ghosts say." and then clearing his throat. "You look very good... it's actually not very fair." the way that Alex made him disaster in all the right ways.