He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.
Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.
Did the Order return your sense of humor as part of the severance package?
What's with the cute shoelace on your head?" "What this?" He flicked the end of the cord with his finger. "Yeah. Rambo called, he wants his bandana back.
Now climb, young grasshopper, so your Kung Fu won't be weak.
The monster licked his lips, long lines of whiskers twitching, and spoke in a deep growl. "Pretty, aren't I?" Curran. In midform. I broke from his gaze. "Adorable.