“This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.”

“I'm done being the damsel in distress. I don't need anyone to save me.”

“Isn't that what a gentleman does? Rescues a damsel in distress?”

“Despite what you may think, you can't control me. You need to understand that I'm not a damsel in distress, this isn't a fairytale, and you sure as hell are no Prince Charming."His mouth dropped open in shock as he pulled back slightly. "But...but...I'm almost freakishly charming. And I'd probably look good in a fluffy shirt.”

“You'd better come in handy. Something tells me we won't have time to be saving damsels in distress."Anna's brows knit. "Damsels? You get sliced open, burned, and dashed against the rocks about a thousand times or so. Then we'll see who the damsel is.”

“See what I mean? You fell off. You're such a damsel in distress.”