Rei's question roused him from his thoughts, "Only when they won't let me ride somewhere, a carriage is much more formal and what the people want to see, or so the Steward says. I can't remember how he puts it as it sounds a lot like he's lying when he says it." Alessandro shrugged briefly before glancing over to Rei, "I shouldn't have to for the next few days at least, I'll be too busy meeting the women my father has lined up for me to meet. Though if you like, you can ride my Lady the next time i have to take the carriage, I'm sure she'd let you, she seemed quite placid with you after she got over the initial shock." Alessandro didn't go into much more detail, while the carriage was indeed loud and it was no doubt difficult to hear anything aside the sound of voices he did not want to risk Rei's identity on the hope no one would over hear. Being a fae in this Kingdom still meant persecution, death or exile at the very least and honestly, he didn't want to see the boy go, Rei was, strangely, comfortable to be around and Alessandro couldn't remember the last time he'd felt comfortable in someone's presence. Not since his Sister had lost those glossy eyes that loved and looked up to her brother for the eyes of a young woman, if even then. 

The journey back was uneventful and Alessandro was shuffled in and straight up to a bowl of scented water in his room, fresh clothes had been laid out for him and he was told to change quickly and wash for his guest. With a nod Alessandro shut the door, though had some strange half glances at Rei when the Prince allowed him to stay, and removed his shirt to sponge down his body with the scented liquid before drying himself and redressing, "I am not sure the King would permit you to be with me on the jaunt around the garden, if you can keep out of sight however he will have nothing to complain about, is this alright?" Alessandro tied the cravat, straightened his wig and brushed down his jacket. "How do I look?"

He was dressed as typical of higher born, in a fine burgundy velvet jacket with wide embroidered cuffs and brass buttons shone to a shade of gold, a half cloak hunt by a golden chain about his shoulders, the fur white, no doubt some kind of arctic fox or white rabbit fur. He wore a white shirt and a cream cravat with the pin of his family's emblem to hold it in place. Black pants fell fashionably long into the typical white stockings and smart shoes -unlike his usual dust brown travelling boots- which had been shined up nicely. "I feel like an idiot I must say."