Drove him to distraction. He'd roll his eyes in jest if he wasn't so utterly transfixed with the way Dion peels his gloves off his hands. The prince seems to waste no time either in finding its way to the front of his pants as Joshua instinctively arches toward the contact.

"The integrity?" He laughs, half bewildered and half aroused. It's ridiculous, the play they've found themselves indulging in, but Joshua can't complain. "I cannot say...it would have to be put to the test."

If they break it though...well...

"If it falls off the hinges though you'll be the one explaining that to Clive, not me."