Donkey was currently getting on Shrek's nerves as you walked through he forest that led them to your tower, and you definitely weren't helping with your curious questions.

If he had his way, he'd be currently in his swamp, alone, not bothered by a bunch of fairy tale creatures, people, and...other animals, a overcompensating short stack for a supposed soon to be king, and a princess that couldn't understand the world if it hit her square in the face.

"How did you find me?"

"Wow, you're much taller than I'd thought you'd be. And wider. Wider's good."

"I wonder what kind of person you look like under your mask so I could kiss you-"

"Okay, you want to see my face so bad?" Shrek snaps finally at the last question, just overran fed up with the conversation in general. Donkey shuts up just then and Shrek stops, using his chubby fingers to get the edge of the metal helmet off, and he pops it off, his ears poking out as he rubs some soot off his head from being burned by the dragon. "Ta da," he says sarcastically with a forced crooked grin.