“If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.”
“It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)”
“Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme”
“I wasn't going to have time to dash to the church down the street and dab holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme.”
“I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?”
“If I could, I'd dave whiffs of beautiful nights in a little pouch on my chest, the way the indians keep the scents of the prairie.”