s u p r e m a c y ;

"Yes, darling. You don’t have a problem with that, right?"

"Not at all."

"Alright, will do. What have you been up to lately? Anything interesting, darling?”

"Oh, so now you're going to call me darling, darling?"

"Is that it? You’re afraid of what the royals will think?"

"I don't care what anybody thinks of me or what I do. What, I kiss a guy and I'm shunned? My bloody mistake, daddy dearest."

"Are you going through an experimental phase?"

"Not that I'm aware of. Last time I checked, I'm just Theo. No other labels than that. Except maybe royalty. But I won't get into that."

"I can’t remember, honestly. Something about my ass."

"You brought up me riding your ass. I made a comment. You think I'm hitting on you. I feel like I was supposed to answer something there, but I'm not quite sure what."

'Are you always a smartass?' ‘Nope. Sometimes I’m asleep.’

"And you’re avoiding the subject.”

"And the subject is?"

Stop hitting on me, Theo.

This is just my normal type of conversation. I don't know what you're talking about.

It was only because you were on my ass.

If I was on your ass, it'd be a different way, trust me.

Okay, I broke the “bloody lock”.

What's with everybody making fun of me saying "bloody"? Have you never been to England? I feel like my father said it every day.

Hey, do you want me to lie to you or something?

You're already lying. You obviously broke the bloody lock.