"He turned and snarled at me, eyes blazing. "Eep!" I said, because even though it was scary, it was still a scary , and I couldn't help but fall in love just a little bit more. "If you lock yourself in a room like a spoiled brat again, I will track down my horn, go on a quest to get said horn, defeat whatever creature the horn, restore it to its rightful place atop my head, come back to the City of Lockes, march in a parade in my honor, and then come up to your room and "Your eyelashes are made of stars," I whispered reverently. "I know," he hissed angrily. "It's because I'm beautiful. Now are we clear?"