If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out!
Richelle MeadWow,โ said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. โThis is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?โ โI have no words,โ I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. โWant to try it out?
Richelle MeadAdrian 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.
Richelle MeadOh... Adrian, I've got one more favor to ask you. A big one." "Fondue?" he asked hopefully.
Richelle MeadWell, if the excitement's over, I think I'll take a bath.' 'Wow. The harsh lifestyle of a succubus. I wish I had your job.' 'Hey, our side's always recruiting. You might need to be a little prettier to be an incubus, though. And a little more charming.' 'Untrue. Mortal women go for jerks. I see it all the time.' 'Touchรฉ.
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