[Honey]

The weight of the body pushing him against the wall was distinctive from the times in the past. He was unsure of the origins behind the perception of the Prince's touches, and he decided it did not matter. Lifting his gaze to try and meet the other's, he was met with nothing as the man was already dipping forward towards the pale skin of his neck he seemed to love so much. Brushing a gentle hand against a long side, words at the volume of a mere whisper escaped him. "...what is it you wish, my Prince?"