[h2]A L E J A N D R O[/h2] [hr] With Princess Hye-ri seemingly occupied with something else, Alejandro cast his gaze about the room for something else to do. He took note of Prince Anastasiy Romanova's outfit-now [i]there[/i] was someone he could talk fashion with, at some point-and let a flicker of amusement flit across his features as Prince Edwin Drakewine of Britannia (whose tunic was very unconventional and very unnecessary but [i]quite[/i] excellent, in Alejandro's opinion, though not as excellent as the chitons traditionally worn by men in PĆ³lemos) made his ostentatious entrance and headed towards his betrothed, Domitia, as well as...Prince Elias, who had been speaking to Domitia. Alejandro brought a hand up to the rubies dangling from his earlobes, briefly, almost involuntarily remembering how it had felt to do, erm, [i]certain things[/i] with the PĆ³lemesian prince, before his eyes landed on Prince Andronikos Telesphorides of the Athenian Federation. Oh, now [i]there[/i] was someone interesting. He was so very short, for one thing, and something told Alejandro that it would be [i]amusing[/i] to talk to him. Alejandro pranced over in his direction, cheerily snagging a fresh glass of champagne on his way over. As he got closer, he could make out the delicate gold embroidery on his suit-[i]Oooh, now that is pretty. And the blue-very nice. To match the outfit of Valentine Blanchfleur, I presume? Who is not around, right now. Hiding, I presume. Hmm.[/i] "Prince Andronikos! You look absolutely [i]lovely[/i] tonight!" Alejandro said by way of greeting, beaming at the Athenian prince. "[i]Please[/i] tell me, my dear Prince Andronikos, who you are wearing. And but oh, where are my manners? I am Prince Alejandro of Castilya." He flashed Anton a cheeky grin and leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You must forgive me, of course, Andronikos, for being so terribly [i]forward[/i], but would you mind it too much if I simply called you...[i]Ronny[/i]? It...flows better, wouldn't you think?" Alejandro's eyes twinkled with mischief and amusement as he took a step back and calmly sipped his champagne, tossing Anton a wink as he did so. [i]He has nice eyes. Mmm, and nice arms, too, from what I can see from here. It's a pity that he's not wearing a tighter jacket.[/i] [i](Interacting with [@Amethyst])[/i]