Alex's brow furrowed. Henry was always so poised, always looked like he belonged right out there in the public eye, effortlessly charming and beloved. But he had come to know how much of Henry there was that was well masked below the surface.

"You were born with a hereditary spotlight shining on you," he opined with a thoughtful nod.

His expression started to turn sheepish because yes, he was good at causing commotion -- it was seldom really his intention, but it did seem to be a talent -- before Henry kept talking and instead his jaw dropped. "Wow, okay. First time my mouth's been called a war crime. That's got to be an achievement."