The look Carrick shot back was disapproving but held a certain heat.
He listened intently as Russ spoke about the uprising that had killed his parents. "I remember it. I was living in the North of England, I think. It sent tremors through every section of Supernatural society."
He paused for a moment. "They would have been proud of you. I'm sure of it." He made a mental note to make a libation for the dead on behalf of Russell's parents.
He smiled again. "My Prince is a hero, then." He set down his glass and slid an arm around Russell's waist.