Luca would have laughed if he was able to draw in enough breath to manage it. Suddenly, Alex was right up close, and it took him a moment to process what he was saying.
"How many Italians have you kissed to make such a blanket judgement?" he asked, his gaze gravitating to Alex's lips, though he was close enough that it almost required going cross-eyed to manage it. "And... I think you might have a difficult time kicking my arse, your highness."