“You’re too damned charming, Harry.” Kris clenched his fingers around Harry’s ankle. ”Hard to hate what you like so much.” A drawl filtered into his words as he spoke. “You’ve got it all. Loving father, brothers, girls at your feet, a kingdom to inherit … “
“May it seem that my life is rich and well done, that is only good things you see. Yea, most people would see that much more than consequences.” He sighed, “A kingdom I have to protect, and..they trust this to a prince whom drinks with the thieves, welcoming them as an old friend?” Hal scoffed, frowning. “Better off to leave it to my brothers, if I do not change.”
“Better by far than the nothing that is my lot, I assure you, Harry.” A thought occurred to Kris, and he hitched himself up to whisper in Hal’s ear, “You’re not going to see me again after tonight anyway. Give me what I want.”
Hal paused, listening to Kris carefully. “Now, why would I want to do something such as that? What is it that you want?” He muttered, looking to him for a mere moment.
Kris smirked. “I want you,” he murmured, “I thought I’d said that before. One night, Harry, and I’ll be gone forever.” He traced a finger down the bone behind Hal’s ear. “I want to kiss you and bring you and leave you yearning. Please?” His voice slid to pleading.
Henry moved back a few inches from Kris, turning to face him. He took the other’s hand away from his own person, exhaling. “Gone forevermore? A bit drastic, is it not?” He laughed to himself, looking down before giving Kris a glance. “And if I refuse it?”
“I’ll still be gone. Your acquiescence to this makes no difference to that.” Kris shrugged, green eyes flicking downward. “I’ve got this one night, this one day, here. When my time is up, it’s up, and I’ll not be here ever again. ‘Tis nothing to do with you, my leaving.” He looked back up at Hal, face bleak. “I thought perhaps it would be easier, knowing there’d be no one around to … ruin your reputation.”