Elle leaned against her picket fence almost leering at the prince. She smirked. "He's just a spoiled little boy vith da body of a very handsome man," she scrunched up her face when thinking of her ex-'fiancee', "Most prince types I know are down right horrid. Vith messed up minds. Danger in a gilded form."

She shoved another strand of honey hair over her ear, tilting her hat, golden does eyes narrowing in remembrance. "I'd have a volf over a prince any day!" she smirked, wiggling her eye brows at Red, "[i]Fine[/i] as hell."

"And a curse on your family as vell, dearie!" she called in a sarcastically cheerful voice after the man who had insulted them so passive-agressively, "Druggies indeed." She snorted, "No matter the age, no matter de place, men are as rude as ever!"