“Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.”

“What's with the cute shoelace on your head?""What this?" He flicked the end of the cord with his finger."Yeah. Rambo called, he wants his bandana back.”

“What do you think?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding.I eyed him. "Impressive, but too much."He leaned toward me, the blue eyes smoky with a promise I was shure he could fulfill. I tried not to think of the bedroom."Too much?""Yes. I like the menace. It's very masculine, but he looks like he would screw everything in sight and call me 'wench”

“You were joking about the whole please and thank you thing, right?""Meant every word." A little light danced in his eyes and he very deliberately said, "Baby."No.He laughed. "You should see your face right now.""Don't call me that.""Would you prefer 'darling'? Or maybe 'cupcake'?" He winked.”

“I think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation.""How do you figure?""They are still breathing, aren't they?”

“The pervert.""He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant.""Semantics.”

“I prefer the term ‘sexual deviant’ myself,” Saiman said.”