If he didn't want to be mauled, he shouldn't have put himself right in my path.

There was that half-smirk again, playing around his lips, as if he was deciding whether the situation was amusing enough to warrant a full smile.

Be quiet or I'll be forced to flick you." "Ooh," he mocked. "The ultimate threat. I don't think I've ever been flicked before." "Are you suggesting I can't hurt you?" "On the contrary, I think you have the power to do great damage.

How could you tell children they were playing with fire if they´d never had the experience of being burned?

Sometimes it's the little things that count most.

Well, now that you set him on fire, I'm sure we're well on the path to reconciliation.

Just because I've walked into this crazy fantasy doesn't mean I can just abandon my other plans, much as I might want to.