You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

You do realize that the cost of that bracelet is within spitting distance of my going rate as an assassin, right?” “You mean your going rate back when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.

The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.

What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!