Alden was still sipping at his own wine when he heard Abir suggesting another kiss. A small chuckle escaped his throat, lowering the cup.<br/><br/>"You really don't waste time with even attempting to hide your desires, do you, Prince Abir? I suppose the fact that you don't beat around the bush makes me more inclined to believe that you're more honest and trustworthy. Still..."<br/><br/>He sighed, placing the cup on the ground to the right of him. "Something in me makes it hard to believe you'd still want to kiss me after I told you what I do."<br/><br/>He was silent for a few moments. Even though his face remained an even pale white, he felt his cheeks starting to warm as his green eyes glanced off to the side.<br/><br/>"...not that I'm completely against the idea. Despite my ideas of love, your personality is starting to grow on me a little," he admitted softly.