Iestyn grabbed hold of Henry's arms to steady him, holding on as Henry stood between them. He felt a little cowardly, having given in so easily- but what else could he have done? He just didn't know. "Not again," he breathed, able to see exactly where this was going, just from the question. He'd been forced to cross-dress before by them. How very unoriginal- but then, he didn't exactly want them getting creative either.