I flexed my wrist, popped a silver needle into my palm, and offered it to him. 'What's this?' 'A needle.' 'What should I do with it?' He'd walked right into it. Too easy. 'Please use it to pop your head. It's obscuring my view of the room.' - Kate & Saiman

The dark scary servant of all evil was on his way to rescue me. Somehow that thought failed to make me warm and fuzzy.

You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

What kind of woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?

Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason I made them feel safe and they gravitated to me like iron shavings to a magnet. They ruined my ferocious badass image, but you'd have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.

The woman frowned. "I probably should have mentioned that annoying habit of letting people come to the wrong conclusions and not correcting them? He got it from me.

Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.