[And Prince stops short, outside of the thin excuse for a doorway. For all that he had followed without invitation this far, and for all that he had pushed at the boy. He had boundaries, for what Parker may find that hard to believe.

So he stands like a sentinel at the doorway, watching the boy, his furtive, silly little attempts to hide his nature.

The jab, and that is what Prince takes it as, for all of the wrong reasons, does pull a reaction, albeit not the one Parker might expect. A raise of his eyebrows, expression dubious. Not that he could see it, hunched over as he was.]

This isn't a speech. This is my job. One which I have done for cycles. You think you are unique in your position, but you are not.

[And he means that. With certainty.]