Wren smirks a little at the catcalls of Alex's friends; he's never minded particularly being the center of attention. He's bound to get it, negative or positive, one way or the other and he'd rather it be for something he enjoys. As much as, before Alex got here, he was a little disconcerted by his own hope that he showed up, right now his attention is claimed and he doesn't particularly care if they're being watched.

He raises an eyebrow at the 'yes sir', smiling. "Hmm, I could get used to that," he says with an arched eyebrow, never too far from honesty even when he's sober and certainly not now. More often than not, in his past, Wren's been the one in the position to say such things, but it's a rule with the exceptions to prove it. He runs his hands down over Alex's sides to rest at his hips and tug him closer, leaning in to be heard as they both move. "Your first order is to relax," he says affectionately, mouth close to his ear. "You're allowed, I promise." He bites playfully at his neck and pulls back to dance.