...you don't care because you're all that and I'm just an artery in a dress.

I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.

How could I possibly keep my cool while getting sweaty with him? What if I screamed out something horrifying, like "I love you?" What if I had an epileptic attack and started drooling or spitting right in the middle of things?

Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had several lifetimes' worth of reason, cold machinations, and, ultimately, emptiness. Perhaps the moths knew what he didn't, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.

You hold the ones you love close and fight the battles you can win, and that, Kitten, is how it is.

Classic line from Bones (vampire) to human who thinks human kind is ready for the vamps and ghouls to come out of the closet "The day your kind stops killing each other over skin colour or which God someone prays to, I might believe that".

Of course he wouldn't hesitate before trying something that had never been done before. He was Vlad Tepesh. How could he fail?