“- How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet?- Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.”

“Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her."With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster."Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow."I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.”

“Eve: "Was that like a cookie?"Roarke: "Hmmm?"Eve: "You know, have a cookie. You'll feel better. Were you making me feel better?"Roarke: "I certainly hope so, it worked for me. I wanted you. I always do."Eve: "It's funny how men can wake up with their brains in their cocks."Roarke: "It makes us what we are. Let's take a shower. I'll give you another cookie.”

“Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex.""Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!"Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. "We'll have quiet, dignified sex.""If sex is dignified it's not being done right.”

“Something your father wouldn't have told you, he began. Taking blood, it leaves a mark on you. No matter how it's done, or how it's justified, it leaves a mark that goes in deep. Be sure you're willing to wear that mark before you take the blood.”

“Not fair! Okay, what's the record? How many times?If you can count them, he didn't drop you out.Nadine groaned, shuddered, grinned. 'Bitch.”

“What other thing, Eve?""I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.”