“Do you think he's cute?"I rolled my eyes. "He's a god, Mom. Of course he's cute.”

“Romeo was cute …” “Cute?” Alessandro rolled his eyes. “What kind of man is cute?” “… and an excellent dancer …” “Romeo had feet of lead! He said so himself!” “… but most importantly,” I concluded, “he had nice hands!”

“If you start climbing on car hoods, I think I might marry you."I rolled my eyes and straightened, giving my head one more shake. "Done."He stared at me. "You're cute.""You're weird.”

“Also, he was kind of cute. Not really, of course, since he was the enemy, and the enemy cannot possibly be cute. He was only cute enough to make me wish I could free my hands so that I could fix my hair. I mean, fix my hair, then punch him in the face, and then run.”

“I closed my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that my boyfriend was a pervert. He was lucky he was so cute.”

“You're cute, but..."He steps away from me, and I can breathe again. "Cute?" he spits. "For centuries women have wanted me, desired me. Royals requested me by name, and you think I am cute?”