“I hate you.” “Hate you too, Kitty Cat. So very much.” The nickname made me forget my comeback. “What? No don’t call me that?” he said in a high-pitched, nasally voice. “I don’t sound like that.” “That’s the way all women sound to me.” “You’re such a pig.” “You mean faerie prince.” “More like woodland swine.” He chuckled. “It’s so easy to rile you up. So easy.”
