“We match,” he pointed out and I eyed Geraldine, wondering how she was going to react to his attention. “Princess Mer-Geraldine would never be seen dead with some common hagfish,” Geraldine said dismissively, and a snort escaped me. Max’s jaw clenched. “I’m not a hagfish, I’m Poseidon, king of the sea.” “Oh, well why would the mighty King Poseidon wear a hagfish costume?” Geraldine asked with a frown and Max’s eyes flared with rage. “He’s not - I mean, I’m not. It’s not a hagfish costume!”
She riles him up sooo easily
