[Honey]

Even he could not contain the blush before it spread across his cheeks; The soft slip of the prince’s lips across the underside of his hand causing for chills to echo down his spine. “Of course it would become a habit. If I could win once why would I ever stop competing?” Allowing for a smile to slip upon the corners of his lips, he tilted his head ever so slightly, sending the same devious strands cascading back across his cheek.