[Honey]

His eyes looked at the box as it was slid closer before he turned them up to the Prince. He'd expected some form of joking, or anything to let him know the man was not serious, but as he saw nothing except earnest intention he was left with a flushed look. Taking the edge of the skirt in hand, the marquess lifted it high enough to reveal everything beneath his waist to the other. Shifting uncomfortably under the Prince's gaze he was quick to take it in hand in an effort to shorten the encounter as best he could, though he knew it wouldn't help all that much. Every moment felt like ten beneath the intense gaze, and by the end he felt as though he'd been judged like horses at show. Breathing deeply to regain his composure, the boy lifted his face to look at the other who seemed nothing more or less than normal. Feeling as though the man was not pleased with his actions he allowed for the skirt to fall as he gathered his box, and upon the Prince's instruction he exited the room with little pride in his pocket