The girl in me wanted to slap Lung across his face and yell, "Get your eyes off my sticky buns, ya creep!

So of course that was the moment my motherboard decided to do a short internal scan, throw up its hands, and screech, “Dear Lawd, a VAMPIRE has taken mah blood!” and initiate a general shutdown.

I like these boots," I told Vayl. "Do you think they'd sell them to me cheap? I keep ruining mine." "Since when do you fret over money?" he asked with amusement. "I was not even sure you knew what to do with it." I shrugged. "A women has needs." "Still." said Cole. "Gosh, Jaz, why didn't you say something to me? I'd never let you suffer.

When I bite you, it'll be because I want to make your toes curl and your hair stand on end. And you won't need stitches afterward. You'll need crutches.

There you go. Use your granddaughter to pick up women. That'll get you points in heaven.

Apparently you don't have to observe the Rules of Etiquette when reuniting with a muderous spouse.

The girl in me wanted to slap Lung across his face and yell, "Get your eyes off my sticky buns, ya creep!