Gods help him through the many levels of weakness he experienced when Alex said things like that. He was used to being full of poise, he was used to having to stay through functions and see them to their bitter end (or at least until his grandfather and brother wanted to leave, to which himself and Bea were beholden to that) but he had the inexplicable urge to just drag Alex off.

He did not know where Alex lived, but he was almost tempted to 'guess'. He took a sip of his drink, trying not assuage the flush that came to him. Yes it was really telling and the parts of him was that were the most flushed were the tips of his ears; oh-- maybe he was an elf in a past life?

He cleared his throat. "That was not fair, Alex Claremont-Diaz.. and you know it."