Bad deeds like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder.

A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

One shot. That was all you got. - Isaac

...the only thing that had tethered her to the earth had been him and it was strange, but she felt welded to him on some core level now. He had seen her at her absolute worst, at her weakest and most insane, and he hadn't looked away. He hadn't judged and he hadn't been burned. It was as if in the heat of her meltdown they had melted together. This was more than emotion. It was a matter of soul.

Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.

You don't go after what's mine. Now be a good boy and gut yourself." -Xhex, Lover Mine.