“I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook.""See? I'm so not Prince Charming.”

“If you were expecting Prince Charming, I'm sorry. He's with his boyfriend.”

“No, Princes Charming," Duncan cheerfully corrected. "'Prince' is the noun; that's what gets pluralized. 'Charming' is an adjective; you can't add an S to it like that.”

“Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?"Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?”

“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.”

“I suppose you can never tell right off who might have a piece of Prince Charming deep down inside.”