“I can keep a perfectly good eye on Simon, thank you. He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.”

“He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Thanks for scaring them off. Turn around so I can get dressed." "No." "No?" "No." He stares straight into my eyes. "I didn't scare them off for you. I did it for me. I'm coming in with you.”

“I am the boss of my underpants. You can be the boss of yours.”

“Is he having a party?" "Dorian is a sociable king. He likes keeping people around him, mostly so he can mock them.”

“I just thought you needed one. You use that weird penny, and it keeps falling out____" His eyes had immediatly snapped to my face, "Where is it? You didn't throw it away, did you?" I'd blinked at him, confused. "No, it's in your office." I couldn't hide the hurt from my voice. His eyes had softened, and he'd come around the table to kiss my cheek. "Thank you, Leah. It was a good idea-really. I needed something better to use to remind me of my place." "Your place?" "In the book." He smiled.”