[ the look he gives her can be summed up as follows: duh. ]

[ of course he's prince charming. if luke could be anyone in the land of fairytales, it'd be either that or goldilocks who gets a lot of free food. he'd be able to lock the damn bears and their friends out of their house and take it as his own — of course, he'd wait until they paid the mortgage off completely before he made his move. ]

[ standing before her, he throws his hands behind his back and remains where he stands. he's a gentleman and he wishes to stand by such a title. ]

[ his voice is patient when he speaks, ] Because I saved you. [ it's like as though he's speaking to a princess who has awoken from a long slumber — or thalia. sometimes she requires him to spell out his good intentions, always seeing the bad in him. his eyes never leave her, watching as she approaches him. his lips curve upward as he's unable to bite the shape back. ] I'm Prince Charming. It's my job. Sometimes I'm so good at it you don't even realise you were in trouble in the first place. [ he shrugs his shoulders, as if it's as simple as that. ]