“Safe? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good.”

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

“Aslan is a lion- the Lion, the great Lion." "Ooh" said Susan. "I'd thought he was a man. Is he-quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion"..."Safe?" said Mr Beaver ..."Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.”

“This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”....“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.”

“Not everything," he said. "Not the important things. My kids are safe. You're safe. That's all I really care about. This" - he said motioning - "is just stuff. Most of it can be replaced. It just takes time.”

“Swear to God, these boys should be locked up. It isn’t safe, men with that much testosterone coursing through tier blood free to roam.”