Alex had not told anyone that Henry was a prince. He was trying to let that be the other man's secret to tell, if he chose. After all, hadn't Henry told him when they first arrived that he was looking forward to not being a prince here, to maybe having some taste of normalcy? ...that did not mean Alex wouldn't accidentally let it slip if his mouth got away from him, but it did mean that he was trying.

"Then? How about that..." He knew he had sex appeal.

Right now though, there was no royal family, no reelection campaign. There was nothing but the two of them, together and wrapped up in one another. He smiled at those words, soft and spoken like a secret, as much as his own admission had been.

But before he did, he reached up to push the mask up and off his face. Then he oh so carefully, slowly did the same for Henry's easing it up to reveal the prince's face. It was his turn to touch his fingertips along the fine angle of Henry's cheekbone, soft and reverent before dropping down to cup at his chin, tilting it up just sightly (because Henry was not six-foot-two).

"There you are." Not that kissing a sexy owl was unappealing, but for their first kiss, well, he wanted to see Henry. A smile before he finally -- god fucking finally -- pressed his lips to his prince's.