Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart

Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart

Missing you?" she giggled incredulously. "I could cheerfully murder you." "I'd come back to haunt you," he threatened with a grin. "And that," she said, "is the only reason why I haven't tried.

What hap­pens to me if this slip­per fits?" "I turn you into a hand­some frog.

Either give me your hand, or end it now, and put us both out of our misery

A lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one lies.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.