[Doing his best to avoid laughing outright, Lancer kissed Merida back and allowed her to drag him awhile--at least until they reached the door to the bedroom. Once they were inside, he promptly reached to her to snatch her up into his arms properly, giving her a plainly wry smile.]

I told you. You've got a whole other kind of beauty to you when you're angry.

[Seeing her furious was a bonus. For the most part, Lancer would enjoy whatever energy was forced out of Merida, happily.]

You're anything but ordinary, after all. Princess, you're a woman whose ire is as attractive as her glee.