He didn’t respond to most of that, not in words nor expressions, but Keth was very keen to both listen and to<i>watch</i>what the prince was doing.  There was no harm meant here and, with lowered expectations, teasing could be quite a bit of fun.  It also helped that they were away from the stuffy confines of their titles.  After all, how could he start a war while drifting peacefully in the river?  It felt more natural, even if it was nothing like home.<br/><br/>His hair was wound around Ryland’s hand, and Keth didn’t resist.  It was an incredibly possessive gesture, but he wasn’t sure if it was intended to be, so he tried not to think too much on it.<br/><br/><i>I’ve wanted my hands in it since I saw you.</i><br/><br/>Okay, perhaps not so much possessive as needy, lustful… just as he’d come to expect from the handsome but spoiled prince.  And yet it wasn’t as bothersome to him right then.  It might’ve been the fresh air, the gentle rock of the boat, or simply their separation from responsibility, but Keth even thought it was kind of cute.  In any case, it came coupled with what appeared to be a sincere compliment.<br/><br/>Kethaias leaned in just a little more.<br/><br/><i>…so think carefully if you are or not.</i><br/><br/>“Hm.  No, I’m utterly miserable,” he replied, indulging himself as much as Ryland in that.  He couldn’t help it; he was too easily swayed by the man’s attractive mouth.  “As always.  You should work harder to distract me…”<br/><br/>Meanwhile, his fingers were being even more forward than Ryland’s.  They had found their way along a hip and up under at least one layer of clothing.  What he craved was skin, but he doubted he’d find it so easily.  It was hard not to wonder… did these royals wear such finery in the heat of summer?  More than likely, given their poised nature.  Still, the thought of Ryland sporting little more than tight breeches and a loose shirt was a nice one.