“I need a bodyguard."Simon eyed him. "Have you been watching The Bodyguard? Because I am not going to fall in love with you and carry you around in my burly arms.”
“And I am your guardian, your bodyguard, sworn to protect and defend you. And you are making my job excruciatingly difficult.”
“I don't want to tell you how to be a prince, but shouldn't you have some bodyguards or something?""Bodyguards? Who would want to harm a charming guy like me?”
“Will we have bodyguards?""We're not quite set up for that. But with all these mothers, you don't need them.”
“You accidentally punched him?” Wyatt asked, suppressing a chuckle. “I’m not sure you have a full understanding of the whole bodyguard thing.”
“I am your bodyguard. That's my job. But I'll gladly take tips for my services... or services for my tips...”