Lo: “You ever consider taking up less space, Princess?”
Connor: “No. I’m proportioned generously.”
Lo: “That’s one way to put it.”
Connor: “You’re smirking.”
Lo: “I’m imagining the confidence required to walk around like that.”
Connor: “Like what, Love?”
Lo: “Like gravity personally apologised to you.”
Connor: “You’re obsessed.”
Lo: “I’m observant. There’s a difference.”
Connor: “You’ve been staring a lot for someone pretending not to.”
Lo: “Hard not to notice when someone’s ego arrives five seconds before they do.”
Connor: “My ego is earned.”
Lo: “So is your reputation.”
Connor: “…Careful.”
Lo: “What? Everyone knows you’re overqualified.”
Connor: “You’re enjoying this.”
Lo: “Immensely. Must be nice knowing you’ll never be underestimated.”
Connor: “I’m rarely underestimated.”
Lo: “No kidding. You walk like a man who knows exactly what he’s carrying.”
Connor: “…Darling.”
Lo: “Princess.”
