[ For a moment Henry's heart rose up into his throat especially when those black whiskey eyes looked into his own, the kiss-- it was like out of some sort of regency film, you know his favorites. With Alex kissing his knuckles and making him feel like every inch the debutante at a ball.

Until he bit at him.

A rolling of the eyes toward the heavens, a 'help me please' before he finally quipped. ] Well that will be on the to-do list-- get you your shots, posthaste.

[ This was followed off by a huff. ] What sort of responsible pet owner would I be if I let you out without the proper protection.