Before he turned away, I asked, 'What do you need?' 'I need you. I need to give you a proper kiss. I need you to be my mate.

With a touch of sarcasm. "Glass is an amazing material. Versatile.

Unfortunately, diplomacy was a dance I needed to learn.

You're easily distracted by the pattern of the cloth and can't see the quality of the threads.

...my sanity threatened to take a holiday without me.

You missed the point completely! You're acting..." The word stuck in my throat. He didn't hesitate to say it. "Jealous?" When I nodded, he continued. "Now you're missing the point. It isn't jealousy. It's fear." "Fear?" Not the emotion I expected. "Yes. Fear. I'm afraid you'll be hurt or killed. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you. I'm afraid I'll lose you to another man.

One, and two, and three, four, five. Keep fighting like this and you will die," Janco sang.