You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.