As a prince, Celio had been taught from a very young age how to act gracefully in the company of others. He never had an awkward stage, like so many teenagers; he was allowed to grow and flourish as a charismatic leader-to-be, and it had helped him immensely. However, nothing could have prepared him for the awkwardness that was standing together with an omega you had just been gifted like prized cattle. Even without the language barrier, Celio certainly would have floundered. Now that his mind was clearing, he simply didn't know what to do.<br/><br/>A name was a start, at least. "Alexei," he repeated, rather slowly, nodding to himself. It was a nice name. Easy enough to remember. Whether or not it was strictly due to the language barrier, however, the omega didn't seem eager to offer up anything else in the way of conversation. Well, Celio certainly couldn't blame him.<br/><br/>After a few awkward seconds, Celio cleared his throat. "You must be cold," he said, deliberately avoiding eye contact with anything below Alexei's neck. It felt almost lecherous. For that reason, it was as much for his own benefit as it was Alexei's that Celio removed his burgundy cloak and offered it to him. The very first thing he was going to do when he arrived back home was arrange for the poor thing to have proper clothes. This just wouldn't do at all.<br/><br/>Before being lead to his 'gift', Celio had already prepared his carriage to leave, so he was ready to depart at any time, but he wasn't sure if there was any other customs he should follow before doing so. "Do you... have any belongings?" he asked. Gods, this was awkward.