“Enough of what?Enough of behaving as you do.Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what you sister said to me when”

“Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--”

“Will tossed the bloody cloth aside. “And you wonder why we aren’t friends.” “I just wondered,” Gabriel said, in more subdued voice, “if perhaps you have ever had enough.” “Enough of what?” “Enough of behaving as you do.” Will crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes glistening dangerously. “Oh, I can never get enough,” he said. “Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when─” The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of his shirt, and hauled him inside.”

“Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when - "The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him inside. The door banged shut after him, and Thomas, sitting bolt upright, seized reins of the horses. A moment later the carriage had lurched forth into the night, leaving Gabriel staring, infuriated, after it.”

“You can never get enough of what you don't really want.”

“You can never get enough of what you don't really want.”