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

You will not pass!” Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.

Our standard rate. A doubloon a day." It was generous. More than generous--some families would put him up for a week for a single coin. "Half a doubloon a day," she said. "No, you see, the idea behind bargaining is that you ask for a larger amount.

Tiny gold sparks flared in his irises. "You're in my rooms in my bathtub naked and you're still mouthing off." Did he expect anything different? "Hey, I didn't kick or punch you in the throat. I consider this progress. And you haven't choked me again, which is some sort of record for you.

I had an appointment with a sexual deviant and I didn’t want to be late.

I would not leave you. I'll be there. Wherever you want 'there' to be.

Our stares connected and we were quiet for a long minute, united by our misery. At least he understood me and I understood him. "A fine pair we make,” he said. "Yeah.