When you walk into a room,” he said softly, “the air changes.

Francesca: It's still a bit cold yet. Michael: Never stopped John and me. Francesca: Yes, well, you're Scottish. Your blood circulates quite well half frozen.

Weakness never got anyone anywhere.

And if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

I am going to kill you," he hissed. She gulped. "Don't you want to lecture me first?" He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction. "I take that back," he said with precisely clipped words. "First I am going to strangle you, and then I am going to kill you." "Here?" she asked doubtfully, looking around. "Won't my dead body look suspicious in the morning?

No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.