I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board

I almost had her." Curran nodded. "I heard. And you could've taken her, too." My voice came out flat. "Rub it in, why don't you." He grinned. "No time for that now, maybe later." I closed my eyes. There wouldn't be any later. "Are you imagining me rubbing it in?" he asked.

He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.

There are only two things that can screw this up for us: you and me." "Then we're doomed for sure.

Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said “Chernobog.” The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn’t be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.

Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

I'm welding the bimbo room shut.