“Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.”

“And I also believe that love can work miracles.""Love?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What about friendship? Can that work miracles, too?"Carwyn rolled his eyes. "Silly B, love is friendship...just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant.”

“Love," he whispered in Italian, "is a single soul inhabiting two bodies".”

“Love is friendship. Just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant.”

“She sniffed again. "If I become a vampire, will I stop crying every time I get pissed off? Because that would be definite mark in the plus column."Carwyn chuckled. "I've no idea, but your tears would be kind of pink. Very...cute.""Great," she swiped at her cheeks that were dusted with salty frost. "So I'd look stupid and I'd stain my clothes.”

“So, the wooden stake through the heart thing is apparently a myth, but you can be killed by fire. Anything else?""Should I be concerned that one of your first questions is how to kill me?"Her jaw dropped. "What? No! I didn't mean... I was just curious."He snorted. "Well you can remain so.""What about the sun?" she asked. "Extra toasty?""I'm not going to burst into flames, but I avoid tanning beds.""Silver?""Some of my favorite cufflinks.""Garlic?""Please," he sneered. "I'm Italian.”

“Oh, wow.""What do you think?""I tried to imagine, but--I mean...it's so much more--""Think it's large enough to keep you satisfied for a while?""It's so much bigger than I expected"He backed away, leaving Beatrice to gaze in wonder at the library that took up half of the second floor."I think I'll just leave you two alone for a bit," he said with a chuckle.”