I love you, Anya,” he said. “You are my soul.
Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.
Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain
He does kiss like a pirate though, I was able to re-affirm that.
You are my mate, Ria. In my soul. You are my mate. ~ Mercury
Sweetheart, all men are animals. Feed us, pet us, and use a firm hand, and we'll worship at your feet.