"Manager, I understand what you're saying. However, was it not you who said not to accept people with too much pizzazz?"
"Always hanging onto discardable advice. Tis the reason why you never move up the ranks. You're excused, I'll handle the man myself."
Cruse had his arms firmly around the two ladies. Both giggled, enchanted by the gallant man, "-my, you sure are princely, aren't you?" one of the lasses covered her lips playfully.
"To be called a prince by ladies of equal beauty, my, I sure feel like a prince," he laughed and gave both equal attention.
"Where do you come from?" asked the other.
"Somewhere far away," he looked at the first, "-from Count Donte's fairy tale."
"OH MY GOD!" she pressed his legs and dropped her jaw, "-are you familiar with Count Donte's work?"
