Alex fell into step, relying on Henry more than he would entirely admit. When he wasn't being a human disaster -- and when he hadn't had a little too much to drink -- Alex did have a surprising amount of natural grace and rhythm to him and it served him well enough once the music got a hold of him. Besides, it was easy to follow Henry, to look at the prince and forget about worrying over his footwork.

He rolled his eyes. "Please, I could be stealthy if I wanted to. You've never seen me sneak out of my bedroom window. ...pirate is cooler anyway." He'd make a pretty badass pirate if you asked him. "And where do you fall in that pipeline?"

It was clearly an important question, or maybe he just wanted to hear Henry talk. Hard to say the way his gaze seemed unable to stray a moment from the other man's face.