Yeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.

He was in my nose, my mouth, on my skin, inside my cells, deep in the marrow of my bones. Just then, he was everything to me.

That's because I'm made of awesome." "And dipped in awesome." "And sprinkled with awesome." "Gods, I love the taste of awesome.

If I had bodily functions, I think I would have peed my pants.

He’d pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled.

I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist

You are mine,” he rasped. “Only ever mine. I accept all that you are, and we can be together.