PRINCE OF CANADA

Blimey.

What's not, mister? 

Are you sure it wasn’t some insult? Though if I am just being judgmental. I apologize and thank you for the compliment/ comment. 

Sure am sure. 

I have self-esteem. Everyone has self-esteem. Even if it’s hardly there. 

Yeah, well your's needs to be bolstered. 

I’m not sure I trust myself to design anything for another person…

You've got to bolster your self esteem, Washburn.

[takes his headphones out and looks over at bennett] Sorry, were you talking?

Just commenting on your good looks, cutie. 

[is walking around the courtyard, half humming to himself and also looking around.]

You're actually made of boring aren't you?

Think it’s time for meet and greets before jet lag takes me hostage again.

Hey there. 

Oh how considerate of you. 

I try to at least pretend to be a gentleman. 

Oh, don't project that gender normative bullshit on me. That's not what I meant. Here, we'll be even and I'll bat my lashes at you. 

I guess if you’re content with bad accent markers, please be my guest and keep your opinion. It’s not bothering me any.

Good. Wouldn't want to bug you.

You’d probably look better if you got a more personable personality. Any tiara you pick out will just blind the rest of us in the mean time. And we both know I have too many medical issues to add another. 

I wouldn't want to blind you, no. But I think my attitude accents my stunning looks well enough, thank you. 

Try that again sunshine. I’m not sporting this white coat, stethoscope and name-tag for giggles.

[pauses and turns back, propping up his cheek]

Sorry, gorgeous. [yawns again] Give me a second to put my face on.

I don’t know, I’ve just met you B.

That's too bad.