It was the colour that Peter turned that confused Alessandro, right up until he noticed the bare fae's rear swaying unabashedly across his room. [i]What the hell did I do last night? Dear god I didn't violate the poor thing did I? Of course, I'd probably be dead if I did, Rei's hardly defenceless. Still, why has he got nothing on?[/i] Alessandro turned a shade of pink in the cheeks and turned to instead focus on Peter and his administrations. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, trying to keep his embarrassment from his voice, "Yes sir." Peter answered shortly, lifting the Prince's shirt and carefully removing the bandages, they were lightly soiled with blood but the herbal poultice used had coagulated the blood and stemmed the bleeding. There was a wicked ugly bruise coming out and the cut, while clean, looked vicious but not deadly. "Your father wants to see you when you are up." Peter mumbled to himself, dunking a cloth and looking to the fae as he spoke. "I'm not sure, I think the maids are still deciding who should bring you your meals." He stated, turning back to Alessandro and carefully beginning to clean the wound. 
"Rei you can have some of mine if you're hungry." Peter looked up, shocked and pouted slightly, "My Prince, if you don't eat properly how do you intend to heal properly?"
"The great care of my squire and a sneaky roll from the bakers in town?" Peter flushed again and fought a smile. 
"That is not good enough, you will have to take better care of yourself than that." He tried to sound chiding but came across as slightly desperate. He'd seen his master act careless before but this was taking the biscuit. He finished cleaning the wound and with some fresh cut linen he smeared a yellow-green paste, carefully, over the wound. "Sometimes you worry me, you seem to care more about everyone else than you do yourself."
"That's not true Peter." The Prince, answered and for a moment Peter glanced up, hoping to hear something selfish if only so he'd know Alessandro would keep himself safe. 
"It's only a handful of people, not everyone." Peter groaned but couldn't help a small smile, his Prince wouldn't be his Prince if he didn't have such a large heart, it worried him though how far people would go to break it. He finished tending to the wound, covered it and then offered Alessandro his tea, "There's a small amount of the drug in there, so be careful when you get up. I'll organise you some clothes to wear and see if the kitchen can't spare a roll and some stew."
"You're too good to me Peter, thank you." Peter beamed and went to the wardrobe, pulling it open to find loose fitting garments for the Prince. Not an easy feat since the Kings and Queens seemed to feel a need to showcase their childs 'assets' to potential wifes. Not that Peter complained usually, he'd often thought about Alessandro's assets when blowing a client, or taking their load. he found a baggy white shirt easy enough, it had a string closing which would make it easier for the man to handle. The pants were proving the problem and he finally settled on a black pair that he hoped would be loose enough for comfort. Then true to his word Peter slipped out, taking his little present with him, if only absent mindedly. 

Once the door was closed Alessandro shifted and carefully removed his sleeping shirt, it fell easily to the bed but he winced at the pull ith ad on his bruising and the wound. grabbing up the fresh shirt he glanced over to Rei. "We didn't, you know...there wasn't any... I didn't act...rudely, last night did I? I can't remember much after we got back here." Saints preserve him, he was hoping to hear nothing happened.