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"Uh huh. You know, Princess, you can admit that you have flings."
Her frown returned and she looked over her shoulder for a moment. "Where would I even get a dress?"
He frowned, tilting his head curiously. A small smirk appeared on his face. "You just happened to have a lot of men's clothes around?"
She gave him a smile, tugging at his arms again. "For you? How could I say no?"
He looked up, tilting his head. "What are you doing?"
She sighed heavily. "I'd never leave you, Abel. I'll come."
He laughed a little in confusion before looking around and starting to assemble some food.
She sighed before looking up at him. "Okay. Okay. It's in a few days?"
He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "You saw my home, Princess, and it has probably been burned to the ground."
She pouted, tilting her head. "Do I have to go...?"
"Because I do not wear dresses," she said, trying to unfold his arms. "Come on, Abel, please...?"
"Alright... well... pack your bags."
"Abel, you do not understand how much I cannot do that," she said urgently, approaching him.
"Okay. When do you want to leave?"
Her entire face fell and she frowned at him. "...what?"
"God, I love you," he said playfully, leaning against the counter. "Okay. She lives a couple of hours away?"
She put her hands to her face. "Oh. My. God. You're gonna be in a tuxedo?! You're never gonna live this down."
He paused, staring at her intently. "I'm asking you."
She laughed, looking like she didn't believe him. "Oh, yeah. Okay. Seriously, though."
He tilted his head, frowning at her for a moment. "Do you want to investigate?"
