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

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

“He's not your prince charming if he doesn't make sure you know that you're his princess.”

“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.”

“Sorry I'm not your boyfriend. And I mean that in all sorts of ways.”

“No bit of tail ever comes between you and Prince Charming. He must have entranced you.""Prince Charming?" Falin asked, the question barely a whisper. "What did you think PC stood for? Politically Correct?”