He joked while Dali cut him, mangling the words with his monstrous jaws, snarled with a pretended rage and dramatically promised to "kirrrl youraaalll for this!

Look, he isn’t even concerned.” I poured the tea. “He’s concerned, Mother. He just doesn’t panic, because he’s in charge and if he panics, everybody else will panic.” “I can jog around the room pretending to scream if you would like,” Jim offered.

When walking into the lair of the dragon after robbing his hoard, the least you could do is hold you head high [...]

Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.

Yep.” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.

I prefer the term ‘sexual deviant’ myself,” Saiman said.

There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.