The Persistent Princess & The Hot-Headed Goose

"What's wrong? Did you get lost in my eyes–"

"I'm going with you!"

The waning glimmer of despair trickled into the pits of Rizz's pupils. In contrast, the growing flame of hope brightened Rohgalia's eyes. 

"Hell no! Hell to the fuck no!"

Rizz was back on his feet that instant, smacking one hand down on the desk while stabbing a finger toward the princess's face. 

"Why in the absolute fuck would I take an international criminal with me to Grebeil? To Umbaarz of all places?! Miss Princess, you're in waaay over your head here." 

"And what's wrong with it?" 

Miss Rogue crossed her arms and leaned back into her seat. Rather than douse her hopeful ambition, those questions only stoked the flames into a glaring bonfire. 

"It's simple. In my squirrel form, Phil and I will just accompany you as beast companions. There's nothing wrong with that–"