“This is the first time I've dated an assassin. I don't want to piss her off.”

“What was wrong with giving Gin a key?" he rumbled. "It's not like I could keep her out of the house, even if I wanted to. I thought a key would make things easier, make her feel like she was really welcome here. This is the first time that I've dated an assassin. I don't want to piss her off”

“The people I've killed over the years, yeah I did most of them for the money. Because being an assassin was a job and one that I was good at. But the biggies, all the folks I've taken on in recent months......they've all practice for you bitch.”

“I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.”

“Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.”

“Hope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever had. Ah, hope. Sometimes, I really hated it.”

“Breaking into the building was easy.Too easy for an assassin like me.”