Curran and I mixed about as well as glycerin and nitric acid: put us together, shake a bit, and hit the deck as we exploded.

Your ability to remain alive never ceases to amaze me.

If I lose control, you'll be the first to know." "I'm quite perturbed by the idea.

I know it may come as a shock, but it's sort of considered polite to wait for the consent of the woman. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if you don't wait, you may have to deal with pesky criminal charges like kidnapping and rape.

I took the jacket off, changed my T-shirt for a dark gray tank top, slipped on the tangle of the back sheath, and put the jacket on again. Thugs are us. Great. Just add a super-tight ponytail and loads of mascara, and I’d be ripe to play a supervillain’s evil mistress. Ve haf vays of making you gif us your DNA sample.

Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.