“…but I’m supposed to eat you. Part of the job description.” The lion roared his frustration. The pale object of his attentions polished her horn delicately, the sound of crystal on granite worse than chalk on a blackboard. The unicorn’s flanks quivered with amusement.
“You can try… but I don’t fancy your chances much.”
“But I’m King of the Beasts!” One huge paw struck the ground.
“Exactly. Strength of body against purity of soul…”
“No… it is perfect.” The fragile creature lowered the crystal horn. “Beauty goes straight to the heart of you… and I never miss.”