Alex found himself pushed back against the shower wall and suddenly very much dealing with the realization -- not for the first time -- that Henry was hot when he was being forceful. Maybe it was seeing the prince, who was always so perfectly polite and poised and demure, lose some of that impeccable control, to make clear what he wanted.

He half leaned his head back against the wall for a moment, eyes half shutting while he basked in the attention.

Until he choked on nothing and looked back to Henry. "That ah... in passing, huh? Random Tuesday morning thought? Folding the laundry and it just comes to mind?"