no grave can hold my body down

“So.. I guess I owe you then, huh?”

"No-- you really don't. It was just a bug."

"Don't look at me like that. I'm simply the deliverer of bad news."

A threat that might become true if you don’t stop. So… the choice is yours, sweetheart.

No need to be so uptight. As much as I like bantering, I like my hair better so I'm shutting up now.

You were the one saying everyone, smartass. Are you going to keep arguing with me until I rip each of those blonde strands of hair off your head so that I won’t ever mistake you for someone else again?

It was a sarcastic comment if you haven't noticed. Obviously, you haven't or we wouldn't be having this conversation. Is  that a threat?

“No, it’s you,” He said, ignoring her and pressing his thumb to the scanner to make the door slide open. Stepping into her cell, the door shut behind him and he smirked at her. “On your knees, girl.”

Daphne watched the master step into her cell, unmoving from her cot as she simply sat on the edge. At his command, she looked at him, incredulous. "And why should I do that?" she remarked with a raised brow.

You’ll do perfectly for giving me a proper welcome to the island.

Nahh, the one next cell will probably be better for whatever kind of welcome you're looking for.

“Yeah– I think I’m good from where I am. Got a nice view over here already so you can continue with you business,” she said with a nonchalant shrug, waiting to see if the royal would actually continue.

“You’ll want to come closer for this…” he replied, patting the bed beside him. “It’s much more effective if you’re up close to check it out.”

"Yeah-- I think I'm good from where I am. Got a nice view over here already so you can continue with you business," she said with a nonchalant shrug, waiting to see if the royal would actually continue.

She just gave the girl a small smile and shook her head. “It’s not fun by myself. Let’s just walk I guess.”

"Sounds like a better plan to me but if you really want to, no one's stopping you."

“Your choice…” he said with a shake of his head, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the pillow. “Shame you’re going to miss out on the big finale, though…”

"I seriously doubt there's anything to miss at all," Daphne said with a shrug, leaning back on the wall instead of leaving. "But let's see then if you're as good as you think so."

"No, you don't run this place. Even a royal like you has rules to follow around here," Daphne pointed out with a smirk on her face. When the royal stepped closed to her cell, she made no move to stand up from her cot, still perched on the edge of it while her eyes scrutinized him unabashedly. Mimicking him, she responded, "Shame, I really don't. I like men, not boys."

From behind, yes. Logic.

Even from behind, not all blondes look the same so invalid argument. You sure you don't have some eye defects?

"What the serious--" Daphne stood awkwardly in the doorway, trying to focus her eyes on his face instead of letting them trail anywhere down. "Looks like you're doing good with your right hand anyway so let's pretend I just didn't see that."

It was a general question and in the dark you looked familar – but I suppose not then.

Because every blonde head girl look the same.