I said, I know why you’re afraid to fight with me.” "And why is that?” If he flexed again, I’d have to implement emergency measures. Maybe I could kick some sand at him or something. Hard to look hot brushing sand out of your eyes. "You want me.” Oh boy. "You can’t resist my subtle charm, so you’re afraid you’re going to make a spectacle out of yourself.” "You know what? Don’t talk to me.

Are you out of your mind?" It's not polite to lie to your best friend. "It's a possibility.

Did I hurt you in the parking lot?" "No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car." Great.

No, he just needs a moment," Curran said. "Young bouda males. Easily excitable.

Sh!t. F_ck sh!t.'.... 'Sh!t f_ck would have also been accepted.

Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.

I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.