"If you’d refrain from slamming my face any more into this dirty rock floor, I’ll do whatever you like," was his even reply. "Fancy letting my head go?" "Sure," I said with an unpleasant snicker, not relinquishing an ounce of pressure. "How about I let you floss with my jugular as well? I don’t think so."

Only fools pity survivors their scars and you should never kowtow to fools

You. Me. Exorcist. -Bones

The servants must wait like ninjas for me to leave so they could render this place spotless again.

A hysterical human? Who hadn't seen that before?

You can have all of me, I silently told him, but I'm taking all of you in return.

Good. If you checked your e-mail every five minutes, or keep texting and Tweeting in the middle of our conversation, I might snap your neck out of sheer principle.