If Henry had been more lucid, he would've mentioned the House of Lords, which likely would've caused Alex some true panic; you know stuffy monarchy and all. Those damn british and their traditional titles and land-holdings of which was the only way in to the neoptism of the House of Lords.

But Henry was too kiss-drunk to think properly.

"You've kissed me, and for good or bad-- I will never be the same again." he murmured softly, yes there was the romantic drivel now, and it was heartbreakingly sincere.