Raven's Watch The blood of the covenant runs deeper than the water of the womb

Teagan laughed as Slancio talked, speaking about being his prince in silver armor, draped in a cape of black while holding a white sword. "You don't need a white sword, sweetheart," he told him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned forward flirtatiously, a gleam in his vibrant green gaze. "I'll protect ya from the monsters and the demons and the little things that come out in the dark," he said, chuckling softly, his gaze, however, remaining resolutely serious, with a glint of something unfathomable. 

"I'm a prince of hell," Teag lifted a shoulder in reply to Slan's comment about looking like a demon. "What can I say? You got me," the corner of his eyes crinkled in a smile as he straightenened, licking his lips. "Don't worry, darling. Next time, I'll book a romantic dinner by the coast, when the sun is setting in the distant horizon and the beautiful fiery colours wash over the beach; our furs illuminated by the soft hues. Sounds good?"