Burr recognizes what Hamilton is doing, as he paces the room with his nonsense impassioned speech about the rights of fallen women and American and freedom. The people seems quite swept by it, a few tearful, which is quite ridiculous.

Of course, all that attention zeros back in on Burr, the second Hamilton approaches the gallery and asks for his hand.

It is a truly awful proposal. Indulgent and grand and more about Hamilton being a savior than anything else. He wants to save Burr's reputation, and Burr bristles in response. This whole thing was meant to show that Burr did not need saving, that he wasn't ashamed about himself, and what had happened.

Oh, but another part of him thinks it would be quite good fun to further grind traditions into the mud, for a disgraced omega to promise himself to a compromised alpha after only just revealing a previous engagement, in a court of law no less. Yes, the papers would have a field day.

"Hamilton," Burr whispers, reaches across the railing to grab his hand, though he swears he can feel every eye on them. "If you would forgive my earlier doubt, I would be pleased to have you." Pleased, god, he sounds like a moron.