_{“oh? and what makes it so the universe owes you so much?” she was genuinely curious, but also assumed that he had some sort of complex. no different than anyone else, she supposed. “suits and ties are great and all that, but everyone thinks that mystery and danger are what they want in a guy. leather jacket… hell, ride up on a motorcycle and suddenly every girl around will be fanning themselves.”}

_{“because i’m a prince of hell.” not the best explanation as to why, but not the worst either. in his mind, the universe  owed him  everything, but only due to  the  fact  of his circumstances.  “and i should get  a new leather jacket, shouldn’t i?”}