“Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
“Remind me never to piss you off ... Are you as good at being a friend as you are an enemy?”
“Remind me not to piss you off Red. You might aim for the heart and shoot me in the balls.”
“I love it. Reminds me of you." "It reminds me of a man I don't like." I never want to hear it again. "I'm sorry." He nips at my neck, drawing his tongue up the length to my jawbone. "My arse is dead.”
“Piss me off again and I'll rip you a new asshole and then fuck it. And that's just the foreplay.”
“He cleared his throat and reminded himself that if you pissed Her Holiness off, they'd need barbecue tongs to pick up your steaming pieces.”