Please, if you would," the butler said, "no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone?" -Fritz

When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

In the Old Language, she hissed, “If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.” That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, “Annnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.

[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.