“Dude, the whole Drakecoming out of the closet routine is getting old. Get some new material. ~ Drake”

“What?" his gruff voice scolded. "You were expecting to see Drake Junior?"He clucked his tongue at her."You have'nt even bought me dinner yet."~Drake”

“Even though my finger will probably get all infected now and swell up like a bloated corpse, I want you to know that I'll probably forgive you someday."He slid his hand down her arm and squeezed her fingers tight."But today's not your day...and tomorrow ain't lookin' too good either."~Drake”

“Damn, you kill a few people here and there and suddenly everyone thinks you're a trouble maker."~Drake”

“The last place my fingers need to be is anywhere near your mouth. You've already proven you're a biter.~Drake”

“You were expecting to see Drake Junior?" He clucked his tongue at her. "You haven't even bought me dinner yet.”

“I like to think it's a nice trade off for wanting to kill everything. And, I do suck...but only for you and only if you ask nicely."~Drake”