The question brought his attention all the way back up to where it originated, and Andreas stood and turned the man to face him.  Catching that face, along with several strands of blond hair, between his hands.<br/><br/>“Do you like them?” he asked, already knowing the answer.  Alex wouldn’t have asked if he hadn’t been worried about the response.  Whether Andreas liked them or not was a moot point if he himself disliked the practice and intended on dropping it now that he was free.  The pretty boy liked to wear lace.  Andreas couldn’t very well fault him for that.  So before Alex could form a response and get it out, Andreas kissed him.  “Then they’re not stupid.  You’d look good in anything.”