The Bracken Woods light my way

The princess gave him a bland look in reply, brows slightly lifted. Bugs did not interest her. Not in the least. 

The boy, though. . .

And do bugs bring you to these parts? Morticia replied, voice dry as desert air. Or are you in search of something more. . .compelling?

A young man distracted by insects could be a valuable addition to the cause, she thought. A growing brain was easily molded. And she had seen her husband work seeming miracles among those much more headstrong than this lad.