His what now? Philip's eyes darted sharply to the Prince's closed door and then back to Barty, understanding.
So, the Prince had finally gotten his hands on his companion. Really, they'd all known it was just a matter of time. You couldn't keep sticking two young men who were attracted to each other in the same bed every night and not expect something to happen. There had been suspicion that they'd already found a time to stealthy lay together. Apparently not, though.
"Did the Prince have him in entirety?" It could have been a night of clumsy hands and frantic kisses; the Prince knew very little of how his body worked.