Iestyn was watching Alan as much as he was listening to Peitho, eminently interested in how his love was reacting. It was news to him too, considering the little he'd seen of Scarlet, he'd been either a) injured, grumpy and unapproachable, b) flirting with his sister, and then c) coming here tonight, looking quite handsome and miraculously well but clearly preoccupied with a woman, or at least a person with a feminine name.
He looked over at Hermes too, and privately compared him to Alan, and of course found him wanting. Alan was a cut above every man here, even Will Scarlet without his shirt on. He put his hand over Alan's and squeezed it, grinning a little at his consternation.