Okay, this was working on a point system, which meant he had at least two. Sure, cool, but how many points did it take to actually win? That's the real question here, because if it was like Pac-Man or something where it was a hundred thousand, he didn't have time for that.

Energy, yes, but time?

Except she was a princess. A fucking princess, if she was telling the truth. And suddenly his entire calendar just made time: minutes added more seconds, clocks added more hours, and days included another sixty-nine to each month. He'd never banged royalty before; it was on his Fuck It Bucket List (it rhymed), but it had never happened, so...

"Really? You know, a beautiful princess belongs with a Chosen One, so it's like a match made in Heaven." As long as Heaven is a frozen goddamn wasteland. "Sonia, huh? Kinda sounds princessy. Rolls off the tongue just like I hope you do."

Pulling out all the stops here.