At the mention of his name, the jackalope poked his head out from the closet where he'd been carefully getting his fur onto as much of Leda's clothes as possible.

"Yes he is and I don't know if he'll ever stop getting spoiled for his part in my rescue.

"And, as I am the Crown Princess of Faery, I am rather rich. And since I'm an anarchist, I'm a little ashamed of that."