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?

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

She doesn't even know how to kill things properlike? What kind of girl have you given me to, goddess?" Vic protested, fixing his eye on Nike once more. Nike let out a laugh. " Vic is a little bloodthirsty. You'll get used to it.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.