Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter

My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the words coming from his lips. 'What's impressed you most since you arrived here?' I rack my brain for something that made me happy here. Be honest, I think. Be honest.

Tuck in your tail, little duck.

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice.

Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.