The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

Even I don't know what you're doing, and I know everything.

The kiss....was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul. Chloe

We will K‘Vruck the world.

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

Suddenly so many things she'd overheard her brothers and Quinn saying when Grimm had been in residence made sense, and upon reflection she suspected a part of her had always known. Her love was a legendary warrior who had grown to despise himself, cut off from his roots. But now that he was home and given the time to explore those roots, he might be able to make peace with himself at long last.

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