God, Bones, you must have argued yourself blue in the face.

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!

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

Don't care for her tongue, do you? How strange. I find it one of my favorite parts. Bones to Gregor

What had started out as a game was now an open challenge, as well as a direct threat. Any further action would bear results, it was clear from the way his gaze smoldered into mine. In that way, it was like an optical erection.

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

Mencheres. Bones co-ruler, grandsire, Master vampire of incredible power, and the ally who unnerved me the most, had telekinetically held me down so Bones could boink me into submission enroute to the vampire holding cell? Sweet holy Jesus, let me have hallucinated hearing that!