Marshall Lee

"Unless you're explicitly implying you enjoy hurting me in a sadistic way, then you thought wrong. " The prince's response was flat and his expression was a bit deadpan, before he promptly pulled up a book he had tucked under his arm and opened it, flipping through it to find his bookmark.
            "You're losing your touch. "

Admittedly, that last part stung just a bit, but he brushed it off and returned back to his usual demeanor. “Yeah well, you keep coming back for more~” he said, regaining his smug lil smirk and dismissively shrugging his shoulders. “I think that classifies you as a masochist, doesn’t it?” He shot him a suggestive look, obviously just trying to fluster him and get him riled up.

"That's because there isn't."
            His response was oddly quick, and even he seemed...a little startled, but he quickly shook his head and turned his gaze elsewhere. 
            "Nevermind, it isn't important. I don't know why I asked you anyway, you never give real answers. "
            That's part of why it was so frustrating. 
            Gumball /wanted/ to know more.