Be good only if being bad ain't more fun.

This was a dream. A very bad, bad dream, brought on by liver poisoning from too many gin and tonics. Here it was, a deal with the devil. At what price my soul? He watched me expectantly and threateningly all at the same time. If I said no, I knew what would happen. Save the glass, waitress, I’m drinking from the bottle! Happy hour, with my neck on tap. If I said yes, I’d be agreeing to a partnership with pure evil.

There’s less violence in my world compared to yours,” she insisted. Spade sighed. “No, darling. There are only different reasons for it.

This is our true tie," he whispered, his breath falling hotly onto my lips. "You're meant for me, and I will have you.

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

All hail the dragon slayer!" (Bones)

...love him enough to give him this, even if it's at the price of your pride." (Annette to Cat)