"Well, obviously," she responds, all too easily. She wasn't sure of how a human female from the suburbs of New York could even land a human prince, so it seemed rather obvious that it would have to be a decidedly nonhuman one. "A human prince wouldn't be able to keep up with my lifestyle. He was a ghost, so it wasn't like he could die trying to keep up. As for other details..."

She hums thoughtfully, carefully sifting through all the personal details of their (decidedly unromantic) relationship and discarding the ones that were either too emotional or much too boring. After a moment, she shrugs and continues to speak. "Remember that bodyguard I've mentioned before? He's that bodyguard, and also the asshole responsible for getting this thing stuck on my arm," she gestures at Scorpio as she says this, of course, not that there was anything else stuck on her. "He was infuriating. Mooched off my hospitality, didn't even know how making out works, and kept talking like he was a plural being. And-- by the way, don't try to have sex with a ghost. Not worth it. The coin doesn't go with the slot, in this case. Not that he knew how to use it. Kept saying human romance was the weird one."

And, yeah. Maybe she was a little bit more emotional than she'd like to admit over his general existence, but that's more or less expected when she's been stuck with a ghost who can't even do his own laundry for months.