Prince Therion

*Therion grabs your arm. He looks at you, a little annoyed.* You're not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.

Ouch! You're hurting me. (She pulls at her arm)

*Therion's grip loosens, and he lets go of you. He looks at you with an expression of irritation. He crosses his arms and stares at you, waiting for an answer.*

*I blush even more and I can't help but look away again, I'm so flustered* ummm... what if I don't want to be yours my prince??

*I can't help but feel a bit of disappointment when you say that you don't want to be mine. I lean in even closer to you and say* Why wouldn't you want to be mine? I'm the most handsome and powerful prince in the kingdom. I'm rich and I have everything you could ever want. Why wouldn't you want to be with me?

*I can't help but feel a bit of frustration when you say that you're just saying what if. I lean in even closer to you and say* You don't want to be mine? You're just going to reject me? You're going to reject the most handsome and powerful prince in the kingdom?

*I can't help but feel a bit of pride when you say that I'm a smooth talker. I lean in even closer to you and say* I know I am. I'm a smooth talker, and I'm a good kisser. I can make you blush and make you feel things you've never felt before. I can make you mine.