You're my Red Reaper, and I've missed you terribly.

Bath toys are reserved only for the oldest, more lethal vampires.

The dungeon image helped. "You need to let Maximus go," I stated, my voice stronger now. "No. Wine?

Why do these crazy vampires keep trying to collect me?

Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.

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

And there is my payment the rubies in your cheeks. Are you properly scandalized by your wicked behavior? If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. Do you remember making me swear to repeat all those naughty actions agian, no matter what you said this morning?" Now that he brought it up, I did recall saying that. Great Betrayed by my own immorality. "God, Bones...some of that was depraved." "I'll take that as a compliment." He closed the distance between us."I love you. Don't be ashamed of anything we did, even if your prudery is on life support.