You don't cause problems. You cause catastrophes.

Nothing kills a party like an oversize metal hedgehog.

Keeping you safe keeps me in shape.

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing.

Cajun stomp?" "You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.

Kate had never met a person she didn't want to protect, preferably by hacking at the hostile parties with her sword.

I know it's late, but could you find a book for me? It's called The Slavs: Study of Pagan Tradition by Osvintsev." Barabas sighed dramatically. "Kate, you make me despair. Let's try that again from the top, except this time pretend you are an alpha." "I don't need a lecture. I just need the book." "Much better. Little more growl in the voice?" "Barabas!" "And we're there. Congratulations!