Jetta is not royalty, at least not so far as I know. Perhaps she has some sort of bastard royal blood somewhere very far back in her ancestry, but she's no queen.

Try telling her that, and see where it gets you, do.

She is enthroned at a table in the food court, sipping at a deliciously non-fat smoothie and watching the less-perfect girls with an expression of not-concealed-at-all superiority.

She likes looking perfect again.

It pleases her.

"Long time no see, love," says a boy with a gentle smile and sparkling green eyes.

He slides into the seat opposite her without so much as a by-your-leave.

He's wearing an expression Hunter would have worn, that slight smile that says he knows more than you do, haha.

Jetta lifts an eyebrow.

Not that she minds an admirer, but she doesn't recognize... this... boy. Or does she...?

"Do I know you, honey?"

"Yep."

He's grinning at her.

A private joke?

Definitely.

"Do tell, pet."

And it had better be good.

Stalkers may be flattering, but they're quite creepy.

For a moment, he's tall, slim, dark-haired and italian.

And then he's back to grinning at her.

"Haven't dropped by the sprog yet, naturally. I don't suppose you want to visit Paris?"

Lee is nothing if not odd.

At which point, she stares for a moment.

Then she slaps him.

"You...!"

"Was that really necessary?"

Look at him be put upon (and amused).

Look at him be completely innocent (and amused).

"You! You...!"

Jetta, I'm afraid, hasn't quite gotten over being the one left, instead of the one doing the leaving.

"You dick, go away."

How dare he show up as if nothing were wrong?

"Don't be this way, love."

Play nice? Pretty please?

Look at that adorable expression on his face.

Don't you just want to forget he ever did anything wrong?

Aw, he's so cute! And adorable!

But he is not in her good graces. Nor is he Hunter, even. (How does he manage that...? She doesn't want to know.)

"Give me one good reason."

Jewellery might work.

"Paris. One week, all expenses paid, including all the shopping you can dream of."

C'mon.

Pretty please forgive me?

He's so cute.

And godly.

Like a ridiculously powerful puppy, really.

... oh, now that brings up interesting images.

She pauses.

"Paris, huh?"

Well...

Maybe she'll forgive him.

He smiles quietly.

Yes, darling. Paris.

"You have a spring break coming up, love. Why not do something interesting with it?"

It makes all sorts of sense and involves spending someone else's money. How can you not love it?

"I suppose I could forgive you. Give me some details."

She smiles.

Paris.

What a lovely 'forgive-me' present.

He goes into details.

I believe they can be summed up with 'ridiculously decadent'.

When Lee does something, he does something.

By the end of the details, Jetta is vastly appeased.

... and leans across the table to kiss him where she slapped him.

That means 'you're forgiven, for now.'

He's warm - warmer than any human, but comfortably so.

He smiles.

"Shall I leave you to taunting them?"

He nods in the direction of the girls she was so ably outdoing earlier.

"You do that, pet."

She smiles.

"You can find me if you need to, honey."

Shoo.

"I can. Call me if you need me, love."

He stands and makes his exit the normal way.

Which of them commands in this relationship?

Not sure. They both want to, obviously.

It's the contest that makes it interesting.