It was funny really, how soft his skin was, how sweet. "I don't believe that escape is the correct term, love. We simply left. My father is ill and didn't need to be in the middle of all that trouble in our country." Well, that was mostly the truth. He didn't know the young man well enough yet to tell him the whole truth.
Lifting his head, he smiled down at him and shrugged a bit. "I don't know. However, I am pleased that Harry allowed me to make this appointment. And even more pleased that you are as sweet as I had hoped."