Either I can stay up here and freeze my ladycrackers off trying to find a falling star, or you can do something about it yourself. I— and my freezing nether regions— would thank you most assuredly. As would all of Dalkeith. Do something, man.” - Grimm

She glanced rapidly between them, blinking and hoping her double vision would go away. They were glaring at each other. Would they fight? If she saw her own double she probably be tempted to punch it once or twice. Especially today. For being so stupid.

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.

Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart.

Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.

For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.