He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me. "You think I should slap some man into him?

Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.

She had wailed loudly enough to wake the dead and make them call the cops.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

So. You refuse my money, you serve me thirty-year-old Highland Park scotch, and we've been in the same room for approximately five minutes, yet none of my bones are broken. This leads me to believe that your back is against the wall and you desperately need me for something. I'm dying to know what that is.

Oh no, is it naked time?