The want for that kiss had shocked him more than the interruption, and he fell back into the chair, cool and nonchalant as Quen came in with his questions and demands. He wasn't sure if he believed he...
Okay, you drive, she said. I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.
Just let me sleep, she grumbled. Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel.
I opine-I think you're a woman of your world,' he said from the far end of the couch. 'I would have a hard time seeing you pressed and powdered, dreading a life of servitude under the name of marriage...
Piss on my daisies, we have to save the demons!