“It you taste nice I may bite!”
“There may come a time when you will wish you had never tasted the fruit from the tree of knowledge. There may even come a time when you will lie about who took the first bite.”
“All of you, leave," Vlad responded curtly."That's not nice," I mumbled. "You should talk to them before you bite them, too. Common curtesy.”
“You have a nice mouth," he says. "I can't stop looking at it.""You should taste it. It's quite lovely.”
“If your concern is that I may be overcome with manly ardor and ravish you in a moment of weakness… I may. If you ask nicely.”
“I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.”