Oh," he said to Kiyo, voice completely devoid of emotion. "I see. It's your turn again.

Nice blouse, Sage,” Adrian told me, deadpan. “It really brings out the khaki in your pants.

Come on,"he said, gesturing toward the exit. "let's take a walk." "Where?" "It doesn't matter. We just need you calmed down or you'll be in no shape to fight." "Yeah? Are you afraid of my possibly insane dark side coming out?" "No, I'm afraid of your normal Rose Hathaway side coming out, the one that isn't afraid to jump in without thinking when she believes something is right." I gave him a dry look. "Is there are a difference?" "Yes. The second one scares me.

"Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts."

I’ve seen all I need to. I’m going to go drink now in a futile effort to wipe away the memory of this debacle.

Adrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'" "Well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?" He shrugged. "I like fondue.

Mmm. O positive, my favorite.