You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

Vampires should never say Uh-Oh!!

Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.

Snow, here?" Eric was as delighted as a child. "I love snow!" Why was I not surprised? "Maybe we will get snowed in together," he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.

Better to be screwed physically than financially.