They could be brave together perhaps. Alex was, in his usual fashion, figuring things out as he went along. But already some things were perfectly clear -- how very much he wanted Henry the clearest of all.

Henry came closer and Alex stilled at the touch, before turning into. There was no room for doubt how much he liked that touch, craved more of it. Heart on his sleeve, Alex tried not to melt entirely, even as he was called a menace, and a feral one at that.

"Even though I'm a menace?" He teased back, giving into his own desire to touch, hand finding its way to settle against Henry's chest, toy with the fine designs of the prince's fancy masquerade clothes, and then sliding up to let his fingertips brush against the hollow of Henry's throat. "You're very distracting, you know. I like it."