On your best day, you're only as good as I am on my worst with one arm tied behind my back.

Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

He put the book down. “As you wish.” He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass, but suddenly he stepped in dangerously close. “Welcome home. I’m glad you made it. There is coffee in the kitchen for you.” My mouth gaped open. He inhaled my scent, bent close, about to kiss me… I just stood there like an idiot. Curran smirked and whispered in my ear instead. “Psych.” And just like that, he was out the door and gone. Oh boy.

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing.

Maybe if I prayed to Miss Marple, she’d hook me up with a clue