Charlie wished he could blush prettily, but he had to resign himself to giggle and flutter about, as if embarrassed by all the attention. "Oui, monsieur," he chirped to Henry and John and turned back to the sprawled figure on the settee. He had to smile as he heard the last thing Henry said. While Charlie loved to act and perform, usually he was very particular about his clothing. But tonight, given the company and the location, he did not plan to object to anything the other boys might do to him.
He nodded and clicked his heels together, ducking in a little bow for good measure. "A cigar for the handsome young gentleman," he drawled. Charlie felt bold and reached down and touched Alec's cheek briefly. "Such cheekbones," he cooed. He could see that of all the present company, Alec was the least likely to enjoy being trifled with. So he stood up and glanced over his shoulder, winking saucily at Allaster.
Allaster glared at him and Charlie smiled in return. "Does my uniform offend monsieur?" he murmured. He caught Allaster's gaze and held it as he shrugged out of his jacket and vest. He smiled and then glanced over a the two figures sprawled out together. "Your highness?" he chirped. "May I remove my necktie or will that displease you?"