Dallas would have beamed if he knew that Therese referred to him as “her” Dallas in her mind, but alas, he was unable to read minds. He tried not to let his arm tighten around her and glare at Jack at her comment about him playing opposite her at play practices during the curse. Prince to her Cinderella…please…Jack…Prince Charming. Dallas did understand he was pretty much the only choice since Dallas was locked out but he still wanted to point out the fact that he would have done it better than him. Number one back home he is pretty much a prince and secondly he was WAY more charming than Jack. While he really wanted to point that out he stayed silent and to make sure he stayed silent he busied himself with taking another sip of his beer.
At Jack’s assessment of who the teachers were when they were at St. Margaret’s he raised an eyebrow. “Well I actually didn’t go her I was a little busy with…oh I don’t know…running for my life. My mom had just been murdered in front of me, I had killed a few of my dad’s lackeys and yeah I was solo at thirteen. I want to say I was in China when I was in my teens. And I was just the Èmó nánhái yòng āishāng de yǎnjīng or the demon boy with sad eyes.” He looked away and took a sip from his beer.