That was indeed the gracious way to cede defeat and Henry mentally reminded himself to knight Alex later (even though there was definite rules against it, he could knight him in secret.. or something). Thus Henry was drawn off though not without giving Alex a look as if the other man could absolutely command every single part of his heart-- and oh did those blue depths glimmer with some unspoken and nameless emotion.

"Very well then, lead on." he pretended to be snobby about it, except if he truly was-- he wouldn't have been clinging so hard to the knuckle-kissed hand. Oh no, he was far more affected then he'd rather give himself credit to.