A mirth of its own fills his tone while his gaze is challenging. The tall figure moves closer toward the nightmarish princess. “Well.” He begins in a way that suggests he hasn’t thought too long on the idea but who could say if that was the truth. “Perhaps the next time you go about a •
She smirks as mirth dances in her mismatched eyes. "I will always happily accept Doom, as it brings me to you, or have you not noticed that I take your keepsake just to hear your voice?" the Princess jests.