The cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.

I opine-I think you're a woman of your world,' he said from the far end of the couch. 'I would have a hard time seeing you pressed and powdered, dreading a life of servitude under the name of marriage. You'd die in that mold. I like you as you are, fiery and ill tempered.

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn't, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.

If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

Why aren't you afraid of me? I've seen my death, and you're not it.