It hasn't escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you're intoxicated.

He looked at the box with interest. 'Well, well. Five speeds. Heat and massage. Deep, penetrating action. Sure this isn't yours?

Or for the gorgeously bare vampire to give her a sensual massage while feeding her peeled grapes.

Will the real Red Reaper please stand up?

There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story.

Rodney set a plate in front of me and one in front of my mother. I almost fainted when she began to eat instead of hurling it at him. Had one of the vampires gotten tired of her bitching and bitten her into a better mood? She caught my flabbergasted look. "I watched what he put in it" she said defensively. Rodney, instead of being insulted, just laughed. "You're welcome, Justina.

Nathanial can show me how to better control the change, but even so, you never have to worry about me turning into a cat again. Didn't you know, I'm allergic to cats.