It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire.

He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. "You are beautiful". No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

Leave the girl alone, Clete, and let's get back on the road," the tall driver said, and his voice had that "I'm done with you" edge to it. "I don't know who this guy is, but I don't think he changes into a nutria.

As exits go, that's a good one." It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.

He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.