He laughed at how quickly she responded. So maybe there was a princess in there after all. Another playful grin at the foot nudge but he tucked his chin in a little. “Not sure how prince-like I am. Frog? I can sorta see. Royalty? Not so much.” Princes were rich charming bastards with flowing hair. They came in on white horses to save the day. Stefan was pretty sure people often needed saving from him.
The thought of everyone sitting down to talk about their problems made him snort. If everyone was who everyone said they were, he was sure that simply talking was out of the question. “Well, if anyone can, you can,” he said simply. He took a look down at the steak he was eating, realizing that it was nearly half gone already. He gestured to it with his knife and started cutting another piece. “Terrible. Awful. I couldn’t take another bite.” When he chewed on it, his eyes closed and he let his face show just how much he was savoring it, before looking at her. “Downright disgusting. And yours?”