[Honey]

Watching the other's tongue flick out to wet his lips he found himself echoing the action before his attention was brought to the box. A silky hand stretched out to pull the brown lid of the box away before took a hold of the smallest rod inside. To him it was already an enemy despite being the smallest, and he found himself deciding it wouldn't be the worst of his problems in less than a span. Carefully and deliberately the boy slid the box to the side, carefully climbing beside the other though refrained from touching him in any way. As he rose, his skirt inched higher as he tugged at the velvety material until only the tips of his toes showed out from beneath the dark skirt of his dress. Sending a nervous glance to the side to get a view of the Prince, he found himself unable to stare for long with the look plastered onto the man's face and instead took to the dowel.