She hated to think what she might do if he tried to kiss her again.
She'd probably kiss him back. What a nightmare.

Oh, she knew that heroes were supposed to slay dragons and quote verse and all that, but maybe, just maybe, all it really took to be a hero was getting the world's most difficult five-year-old to behave.

"My lord," she said with a sigh. "Why are you doing this?"
He shrugged and sat on her small bed. "Doing what?"
"This!" She threw up her arms. "Coming to my room. Sitting on my bed." She blinked, as if just realizing what he was doing.
"You're on my bed. For God's sake, get off my bed."