“I mean, who does that? Who touches someone’s hair and pronounces they have magic?” “Darth Sullivan.” “Darth goddamned Sullivan.”
“Darth Sullivan”
“You have to call Darth Sullivan your 'Liege'?"I grinned. "Only if I expect him to answer.”
“Always be yourself. Unless you can be Darth Batman. Always be Darth Batman.”
“Bring it, Darth Bathrobe!”
“Sullivan hung at my shoulder. "Is she a student?""No." I brushed her hair out of her face. "Fix her."He laughed, a little helplessly. "You have such faith in me.”