See?” I’d whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. “He never argues with her. Isn’t that sweet?” A snort preceded his response. “Keep dreaming, pet.

Isn’t he gorgeous?” With those rolls, the wet-sounding grunts, bulbous wiggly tail, and smashed face—not to mention the fart the dog let out once he situated himself—he was gorgeous in a way that only a parent could appreciate.

I love you, Kitten. There's nothing on this earth or under it that can change that.

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

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

Let's go, Kitten, before you kill someone else. -Bones

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.