Alexei still had his face turned away from Celio, hiding the damp on his cheeks from him. Sometimes for crying, he got hit, and other times, it made the alphas even hornier. He wasn't sure which was worse, so he was just trying to avoid them entirely. He couldn't still his shaking though, and that was probably what prompted the offering off the cloak. Alexei caught the movement of it's removal out of the corner of his eye, and automatically stiffened at the removal of clothing before he realized what was going on.<br/><br/>He tentatively reached out and took it, fingers curling in the rich fabric. It wasn't quite as soft and fine as the silks as he was wearing, but that didn't matter. He didn't care about that at all, this would cover him properly, hide his body from those who would want to take him. And the offering of it spoke leagues of the man who gave it to him. Alexei had expected to have been treated like a trophy, paraded around the castle before he was taken to a room and claimed.<br/><br/>Knowing that was not to be was a catharsis of sorts, causing more tears to well in Alexei's eyes, and they spilled over in plain sight of Celio now. He clutched the cloak to his chest for a moment, before taking the end and clasping it around his shoulders. He drew it completely around himself, visibly relaxing now. At the words that Celio spoke next though, he shrank back again, only able to make out the words 'you' and 'belonging'. Given his personal experiences, those words never meant anything good. He whispered out a little 'please, no...' praying to any god that would listen that he had misunderstood, and if he hadn't, his plea for Celio to not do that wasn't just going to make him laugh and take him harder.