Frederick sighs lightly, his tone almost in a sing-song.
"Still, your mental state of maturity can't do much to help your physical one. And it certainly doesn't erase the possibility that I might be implicated, if your dear godfather decides to track down the fiend who dared to keep you out past your bedtime."
He gets up out of his chair as if to leave, but comes around the side of the table, leaning in to bring his face close to Alec's.
"Because I really must confess, I'm a terrible influence on any young thing that happens to spend any significant length of time in my company," he adds, in a low voice.
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"Still, your mental state of maturity can't do much to help your physical one. And it certainly doesn't erase the possibility that I might be implicated, if your dear godfather decides to track down the fiend who dared to keep you out past your bedtime."
He gets up out of his chair as if to leave, but comes around the side of the table, leaning in to bring his face close to Alec's.
"Because I really must confess, I'm a terrible influence on any young thing that happens to spend any significant length of time in my company," he adds, in a low voice.