He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

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

You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep." "I only did it once." "Once was weird enough, thank you.

Two years? That's entirely too long. If you want, we can take care of that. After two years it's pure therapy.

I realized that I'm a child." William looked point-blank at her chest. "No.

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.