[Honey]

The prince’s pride was readily visible through dusky eyes and visible actions, and it amused the marquess. He could not help averting his gaze from the prince to pay his proper respect to any who offered words or questions, though his sight always jumped back to the intent gaze that seemed to be fixated on him. As everyone began to navigate towards their seats for the eve, he found a comfortable break in the conversations, and took the opportunity to look back at the prince. Offering a coy smile and a slight raise of his eyebrows, he watched curiously for the response he was to receive.