Don't ruin the mood with the talk of titles, Henry. Alex would squawk, and there was so many more interesting things to do with his mouth right now that weren't squawking, and were kissing Henry or smiling an utterly smitten smile at Henry. Because there was the other man saying those ridiculous romantic things to him.

"Me neither." Time would be measured in terms of before he had kissed Henry and after. The world's axis had shifted, moving to revolve in a way where the man in front of him was the point on which it turned.

He did remember they were in public, that they were surrounded by other people. That was the only thing that stopped him from pulling Henry closer and trying to properly devour him whole. For now. It was clearly on his mind. "Come home with me tonight?"