Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?