Frederick slides his finger up Alec's throat, using it to tip up his chin gently.

"Exciting... and different," he repeats, almost in a sigh. "Well, I can certainly accomodate you there, my dear boy. But there's a fine line between 'exciting' and 'frightening', and 'different' is rarely... comfortable, at first."

His eyes aren't quite meeting Alec's; his gaze is wandering about his throat and up to his lips.