The Bastard Prince

So we’re good! Sit in a comfortable position, hold a tissue to your nose and then pinch your nostrils. Oh, do you have tissues?

I think it's stopped, I'll be alright, It's no the first time and it sure wont be the last time. 

Maybe last minute parties would be more appropriate this time around.

Perhaps, though we'd be naive to let our guard down and believe that we'd fooled him for even a minute. 

This is obviously the place to be, then.

Clearly. I'd say it's time for a party around here, but they always end so wonderfully. 

I thought Saturdays were supposed to be fun.

Well they can be, depending and where you are and who you're with. 

Naah, you’re Aiden, you didn’t get it. Give me that shirt, I’ll do it. You take care of that nose. God, for a moment there I thought… Y’know.

Thanks Jo, I think. I'll ignore the slight insult to my intelligence. 

Soak the item of clothing.

Well thank you genius, I've already tried that. 

You get a little credit for being willing to risk her hurting momentarily versus hurting her more. Emphasis on the word little.

Thank you? I think. 

Soak that t-shirt in a solution of one quart warm water, one tablespoon liquid laundry detergent, and one tablespoon ammonia for twenty minutes.

Right, Okay... got it. I think. 

What's the best method for removing blood stains...?

Nej!

I wasn't talking about that Princess, I was talking about her older.. more annoying... sister. 

Did you really expect anything less? 

How poetic. That was the vaguest answer possible.

Just call me Shakespeare. And that answer wasn't vague, it was the truth. For once. I feared I was going to hurt her, in more ways than which I did. 

Would it not make you bitter? I mean I did die, Aiden. That put a damper in my day. 

Well actually, Cheating death would actually make me rather happy. You've got a second chance - surely that should be something to celebrate?