Perhaps he was a bit of a Hufflepuff because at times the other man could absolutely cause him to become speechless with the whirlwind of his words, the banter. Well if he couldn't get the last word in (a very hard thing indeed), he decided on something a little bit more concrete.

Hand sliding down, and then he pinched Alex's rear, a nice firm pinch, and then he said with a snort. "Brat..." which the First Son was, a unmitigated brat who could not watch his mouth to save his mouth.

"I cannot take you anywhere, can I?" though he managed to rest their foreheads together, to breath the other man in until he nearly exhaled sunshine and light. A light that the other man had rained down into his world.