“You're cute, but..."He steps away from me, and I can breathe again. "Cute?" he spits. "For centuries women have wanted me, desired me. Royals requested me by name, and you think I am cute?”

“If I die, I am so coming back to haunt you.”“You can even watch me shower.”

“He appears beside me and hands me the gun. Guess I’m getting used to the disappearing and reappearing act of his. I only had a slight urge to pee my pants.”

“What’s that?”“I believe it is called a Vicodin.”My mouth gapes open, and I darn near tear up. “You brought me cake and drugs? If you included Casablanca, I’d have to marry you.”

“If you start climbing on car hoods, I think I might marry you."I rolled my eyes and straightened, giving my head one more shake. "Done."He stared at me. "You're cute.""You're weird.”

“Not all witches can control the elements, only a "high priestess" or as I like to think of them "uber-witches.”

“That's you, right?' he asks me. 'Yeah.' 'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh.”