My money's on the lady," he drawled. "You don't tame a vixen, you just travel in her wake.

It's easier to ask forgiveness than to beg for permission.

I love you, Anya,” he said. “You are my soul.

Testosterone overload?" Merinus gave an unladylike grunt. "More like asshole overload if you ask me.

Let's not get naughty. How about homicidal instead?

I've never walked the same path other people found comfortable and I'm not going to start now.

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.