Iestyn called him honey, and the knot that had been forming in his stomach loosened just a little. Then Iestyn kissed his hand and Henry smiled, relieved.
"We can do that," Henry nodded, reaching out to brush his fingers across Iestyn's cheek. "We can always have our own little afterparty here or at my place. They're warded. Little champagne. Little music. Little romance?" Henry didn't feel the least bit romantic at the moment, but this was about the future anyway.