"Great, so. Kitchen. Living room. Coat closet. That's a window." Alex pointed out in rapid succession as he led Henry on what was clearly a beeline to the bedroom. Look. He was a man with a mission, and that mission was currently hand in hand with him and looking like temptation shaped into human form.

A glance back over his shoulder, and he couldn't stop the smile on his face, or the way his eyes lingered on Henry's face like looking away was physically difficult. He managed it though, just long enough to push open the door to his room. It was neat -- bed made (though the blankets were a bit rumpled as if he'd been sprawled out on it even after it were made, the room generally tidied well enough. But there were signs of Alex all over it. Books he'd found about this weird new world that he'd been tearing through. Little pieces of curiosity he'd picked up in the markets. And his trusty stick propped in the corner.

"Bedroom." He announced, tugging Henry across the threshold and then another tug to pull the prince up against him.