Rachel Caine Quote

Claire found herself staring at his feet, which were in bunny slippers. Myrnin looked down. What? he asked. They're quite comfortable. He lifted on to look at it, and the ears wobbled in the air. Of course they are, she said. Just when she thought Myrnin was getting his mental act together, he'd do something like that. Or maybe he was just messing with her. He liked to do that, and his dark eyes were fixed on her now, assessing just how weirded-out she was. Which, on the grade scale of zero to Myrnin, wasn't much.