[ Alec follows suit in removing his mask, pushing it up and back until he hits the point where he has to unclasp a hidden mechanism to pull it loose and toss it behind him on the bed where he's been pressed into service as another piece of furniture. He shifts his narrow legs a little underneath her, trying to manifest more of a lap than he actually has and mostly succeeding in some light Aisha-jostling.

He settles one hand with unstudied casualness on her side, below her ribcage, and puts the other slightly behind him to prop himself up. ]

Pretty much. But it's not his fault. He was raised in a library by textbooks and skeletons.

He's not trying to figure out your power so he can get one over on you. He's just nosy. I know it seems suspicious, but he's actually a sucker. He puts up with me, so you know it's true.

[ He gives Palamedes a quick glance and a shrug after mounting this stellar defense. ]