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"Then I'm absolutely 100%." *** She paused. "Is it?"
He nodded. "Okay. It's getting a bit cold, anyways."
"So me? Is this what you were referring to before as well?"
"It's not likely." *** "Why not?"
He kissed her cheek. "I will."
Her fingers brushed his jaw thoughtfully. "I'm really glad you like it."
"That's very low." *** "Right."
He chuckled. "Really? This one?"
She beamed. "I love you."
"98%?" *** "No. You're cute."
"Really?" he asked curiously. "Me too, I think."
She beamed. "A handsome prince!"
"I'm pretty sure." *** "Oh, definitely not."
He gasped in realization. "A prince!"
He nodded. "Lead the way."
"I think I am. I mean, I'm surely not insulting you." *** "Hmph. You're cute."
A wide grin slowly spread across her face, as she laughed brightly. "I love it! You look so cute with it!"
He nodded. "Right, but they don't know where we are."
"You defy odds!" *** She glared at him. "You're making fun of me by calling me cute!"
"No, just cause you don't trust me," she teased, before her voice softened. "And you don't have to wear it or anything."
