Like all Americans, I am constantly resisting the overwhelming urge to dump tea into the nearest body of water. But I'll do my best.

[Alex answered with as much solemnity that he could muster. Henry was -- when he had let some of that perfect public poised prince persona slip -- adorable. What a threat though, being cut off from kisses when he just finally got to kiss him.

He went still at that touch, light and sweet and tender as it was. His heart skipped and fluttered hard against his ribcage. Oh Alex knew he was down bad for the prince already. His expression softened into a smile, and he stepped closer to press a kiss to Henry's cheek.]

I'm going to go for a run. See you at six?