In a large bowl (ceramic, not plastic), combine 12 parts Piranha, six parts Great White Shark, and one part Tyrannosaurus Rex.  Stir and mix thoroughly.  Top with two dozen, sliced and sautéed in extra virgin olive oil, habanero peppers, spread evenly.  Serve.<br/><br/>The result?<br/><br/>Princess Cassiopeia spewed venom toward Bernard, and she wasn’t mincing her words either.  Much to Orion’s delight, of course.  All of his energy and concentration were required to successfully subdue a laugh, a laugh that for surely would fill the car’s interior.  She even called him “Brendan!”  His eyes were on the brink of watering.  As an added bonus for the Prince, Bernard had heard her curse a blue streak toward him.  This was good, because from now on, his valet wouldn’t be raising an eyebrow or clearing his throat if the Prince happened to cuss in her presence.<br/><br/>“You have my sin- sincerest apologies, your Hi- Highness,” Bernard stammered.  “Again, I, I am extremely sorry.”  Interestingly enough, he never again peeked into the mirror toward Orion, who felt bad for him, of course.  They’d known each other for so long, and the Prince knew he was only looking out for his best interests.  He didn’t mind at all with how he tried to keep his royal in check.  That said, he would not be throwing more gasoline onto the already blazing fire, leaving him to his own thoughts while driving them home.<br/><br/>Orion thought it best to remain silent until they reached their destination.<br/><br/>With their hands touching, she made the effort of moving closer to him.  As he was just about to glance out the window at the passing scenery, Orion felt her hand rotate under his, resulting in interlocked fingers.  He turned back to her with a smile.  Lifting their hands, the Prince lightly kissed the back of hers.  Instead of returning them to the space between them, however, he placed the back of his hand onto her right thigh, and glided it in a semi-circular motion.