Put your badass face on and follow me.

Our standard rate. A doubloon a day." It was generous. More than generous--some families would put him up for a week for a single coin. "Half a doubloon a day," she said. "No, you see, the idea behind bargaining is that you ask for a larger amount.

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

You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He’s got mad skills.” Derek’s eyebrows crept up. “He can vomit and urinate at the same time and he doesn’t make fun of my car.

We were screwed and he didn't even kiss us first.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.

You know," she said, stirring her tea, "the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed." I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose. "He'd run like he was on fire.