Allaster watched as his brothers clumsily dressed Charlie, struggling with the frills and stays they were unaccustomed to.
He circled Charlie, surveying the curls and rouged lips and cocked a smile at Henry. "I knew your poet's heart would arrange the curls artfully. And look at those lips. Pretty as any girl." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Charlie's lips and then shot a glance at Alec. He'd never done anything so... overt in his presence.
Shaking himself off he held up the dress. "Arms up, Charlie. Let's see how pretty you'll look once the whole ensemble is complete."