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He nods. "Makes sense," he whispers, pulling back further. He seems to be considering something.

A second later, he moves in toward Agatha very quickly, startling her. He lightly touches her cheek, his eyes searching hers.

"We will help you," he whispers. "We will help you take them out." (okay, I had to put that in there. [to all-y'all not-tøp-fangirls out there, that's from Goner. {I need your help to...take him out.} HA HA I'M A NERD] Tangent over.)

(So, anyway...)

The Darkheart glares at him, nostrils flaring. "Stop flirting with her, you idiot," he snarls.

Teroe pulls back. "Hey, what in Drana's frill? I'm not flirting. If I was, she'd have already proposed." He shoots a side-smirk at Agatha.

"You asked for it," the Darkheart mutters, then shoots in, snagging Teroe's pants by his horns and tossing Teroe fifteen feet in the air. The faerie prince catches himself a few inches off the ground, glaring at the Darkheart.

"Hey!" he exclaims mockingly. "My hair's messed up now!" He flips his head around like a diva, striking a ridiculous pose that makes Agatha laugh out loud.