"Then you can be my hero again," Ileana smiled at him. "I need to get my own self defense lessons. I don't know if I'd like being the damsel in distress in all these situations."
She cleared her throat, focused more on opening the tin of cookies and balanced them on her lap. "Well, figures Stefan's a bit useless with his fable too." She wondered if she could get away with just not saying anything about his question. "Oh you know. He's a bit..." A thief? A con man? "Well, he's not too fond of rich folk. He'd probably rip off a prince rather than be one."
Ileana gently whacked Cole in the chest with the back of her hand before offering him the tin, "You're not allowed to try to lock me in a tower. I would fight both of you the whole way if you two even thought about it." She grinned at him before she remembered, "Oh! I almost forgot. I met your friend Jack earlier."