Kitten, this is my best mate, Charles, but you can call him Spade. Charles, this is Cat, the woman I’ve been telling you about. You can see for yourself that everything I’ve said is…an understatement.

Be still my non-beating heart.

I don't care what you think, your junk does not have special abilities.

nobody could catch a vampire on a motorcycle.

Do you think I’m pretty?” I heard myself ask. Something I couldn’t name flashed across his face. “No. I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.

Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.