Alec chuckled at the touch to his chin before he lifted a hand and rested it against the Puck's face, the full width of the palm against his cheek. "You do look... tired." The Puck could pretend for all the world that he cared for nothing and noone but the truth was he did care. More than most would think. His Cherise cat smile could fool the world, but Alec liked to think he knew the man rather than the myth and legend. He tilted his head and lifted his hand, allow his thumb the free explorative movement over Puck's temple then eyebrow. "Not that you look any less handsome for it."
When the hand returned to his hair Alec let out a small breath which may have sounded a bit dirty. Not that he apologised for it, considering it had been totally unconscious and it was an enjoyable experience, the hand in his hair and given who it was, all the better.
"That sounds perfect," Alec finally replied as if rested his heavily lidded gaze on Puck. "Just let me know and I'll dress for the occasion."