His lips twitched a little as he sank down on the couch. "Oh, well, I'll have to contain myself, then. We're both too young to die from the wrath of Noelle." Gael's sister, after all, followed the Spade tradition in several key ways: dark hair, bright eyes, absolutely terrifying when she wanted to be. It'd been several months since he'd been interrogated about his intentions, but honestly, he still kind of felt like she'd have been a great addition to security.

Carlos laughed as he looked away from the screen. "I've never really thought of myself as a sophisticated type," he said. He'd grown up strictly working-class after all, even if his best friend had been as close to an actual prince as there was. "But I like wine more than beer." He picked up the glass of Riesling Gael had poured him and sipped it before setting it down and leaning in to unknot Gael's tie.

"I'm not sure how you can look relaxed with that around your neck," he said as he pulled it off and folded it on the table. "There, much better, love."