“That really is pretty pornographic, you know,” Fly says, eyes flicking towards me. “If you’re trying to seduce me it isn’t going to work. Firstly, because I don’t want to have my skull smashed in by the Princes.” I scoff at that. “And secondly, you’re not my type, Cupcake.” “What is your type?” I ask out of curiosity. “Hmmm, I’m not really that fussed, just as long as he’s smart, handsome, built like a brick house and has a large–” “I get the picture.”
