The pervert." "He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant." "Semantics.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

Jealous of the actors now, are we?" "What, of some fancy boy on the screen? Inconceivable." Oh, this was going to be good.

Congratulations," he said, his voice dry. "You finally managed to find a woman as tragically noble as yourself. I didn't think one existed." "I'm not tragic." Kaldar held up his hand. "Spare me. Some children are born wearing a silk shirt; you were born wrapped in melancholy. When they slapped you to make you cry, you just sighed heavily and a single tear rolled from your eye." He dragged his finger from the corner of his left eye to his cheek. " Your first words were probably 'woe is me.'" "My first words were 'Kaldar, shut up!' because you talked too much. Still do.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

Keeping you safe keeps me in shape.