" She lowered her hands. He had taken a step closer to her. "You dance your lobster quadrille, and I'll juggle some clams, and we'll both pretend to be hidden away in a secret sea cave, where we don't have to think about courtships or royal missions or anything but ourselves."
"That does sound lovely," she said, struggling to remember why this was a bad idea. Everything about him was a bad idea, and yet... "

― Marissa Meyer , Heartless