“For gods' sake, Strider," Torin snapped. "Open your mouth and form some words. While you're at it, stop staring at the angel like he's a tasty treat.”
“Har, har. You're a borderline fucktard, you know that? Torin to Strider”
“For God's sake put on your glasses, Sam. You're staring right at my boobs.”
“Don;t blush, for God's sake. You and your blushing - you're like some Victorian maiden.”
“Stop staring and call your brother', Dane snaps over his shoulder as he heads toward the stairs.”
“For God's sake, have some self-respect and do not run off at the mouth if your brain is out to lunch.”