“You never improvise,” I said. “Everything you do is calculated. You change personalities the way other people change hats. And you know what? It’s creepy. Aren’t you ever just yourself?”
"I’m a prince, Alina. I can’t afford to be myself."
I blew out an annoyed breath.
He was silent for a moment and then said, “I… you really think I’m creepy?”
It was the first time he’d sounded less than sure of himself.