“No. No, I don’t want my hands restrained.”“Yes. You do.”
“I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.” -Jake”
“I believe that if you don’t want to do anything, then sit there and don’t do it, but don’t expect people to hand you a corn beef sandwich and wash your socks for you.”
“You do not mean that, my sweet. I know you are lying.” Yes. Maybe. Crap! I don’t…“No".”
“I don’t think you know what you want.”“Yes. I do. I want you, and being with you feels a hell of a lot better than being without you. I’m not going to fight it anymore.”
“Get off me,” Harry spat, throwing Pettigrew’s hands off him in disgust. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because — I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted them to become killers — just for you.”