“I say, look at the melons on that lass,” Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. “And hung like a stallion, he is.”“Focus, mate,” Spade muttered.”

“I'll talk to him before I go," Carlos grumbled."And what about the girls?" Toni asked. "They need you, Carlos.""They need a mother!" Carlos yelled. "And I need a mate."Caitlyn gasped. Hes was looking for a mate? What kind of mate? His gaze shifted towards her, and his eyes glittered with a hard, angry look."You--what?" Toni stepped back, apparently stunned."You heard me," Carlos growled."Ye want to get married?" the Scotsman asked."Don't look so shocked, Ian. Didn't want you want to get married?""Aye, but--""You can't get married," Toni declared. "You're gay."Caitlyn snorted. Were they crazy?Carlos glared at her in the shadows, then shifted his gaze to Toni. "I never said I was gay.""Of course you're gay," she insisted. "I saw you dance the samba in a hot pink sequined thong."Carlos shrugged. "So? You said I was very sexy. You were practically drooling."Ian stiffened. "When was this?""Before I met you," Toni muttered.”

“Mithros's spear, Kel!" he exclaimed. "When did you turn into a real girl?""You said she was a girl already," muttered one of his cousins..."But not a girl-girl, with a chest and all!" protested Owen...."I've been a girl for a while, Owen," Kel informed him."I never realized," her too outspoken friend replied. "It's not like you've got melons or anything, they're just noticeable.”

“Toby placed his front paws on the track, looked up at Ian, and whined."What in hell are you wearing, big man?" he asked, staring down at the dog."It's his sweater.""That's a terrible thing to do to a noble beast," Ian muttered, grabbing the sweater by the hem and pulling it up over Toby's head.-Ian and Jessie”

“It was clear they weren’t getting any information out of Ian tonight. She, Bones, and Cat followed as Spade supported Ian, almost carrying him up the stairs to then dump him on the bed in a guest room. “Before you go, mate, turn on the telly. Something raunchy, too. Think I’ll rub one off before I sleep.”

“Ian waited outside the airport in the arrivals lane after they collected their bags. He looked at them and his brows rose. “Where’s Denise? And what are you doing with a bloody cat, Charles? Some sort of mascot for our dear Reaper here?” “Not another word,” Spade snapped, getting into the car and seating the carrier on his lap. “Ian, trust me—don’t,” Crispin said before he threw their bags into the boot.”