“She grinned at me. 'You got types?''Only you darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.”

“Kieran’s grin didn’t waver as he explained, “I’m not a darling type of guy, pumpkin.”“Well, I’m not a pumpkin type of girl, darling,” Jenny shot back.”

“Well, darling, don't your worry your pretty little head. I've got a type, and you ain't it.”

“But you know what else never happened to me?""Tell me," he ordered, still...freaking...grinning."Seeing him just a day later in a clinch with a brunette.""You knew me, you'd know she didn't have staying power and you'd know you do.""And how's that?" I snapped."She's dark, you're red. I'll fuck dark, I'll fuck sun but only red has staying power. Considered sun once. Lost her. Now it's you.”

“Myrnin: Have we been introduced?Frank: Probably not. Why, you asking me out, sweetheart?Myrnin: You’re not my type, darling.”

“You love strapping me in, don’t you?” “In any form,” he says, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “You are a pervert.” “I know.” He raises his eyebrows and his grin broadens. “My pervert,” I whisper. “Yes, yours.”