“Where is your unit?" Murphy asked.I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.”

“If you make some comment even obliquely alluding to menstruation or menopause and its effect on my judgment," Murphy interrupted, "I will break your arm in eleven places.”

“Pansy," Murphy sneered.Thomas leered at her. "You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.”

“Murphy watched me thoughtfully for several empty seconds. Then she said, very gently, "You're a good man, Harry."I swallowed and bowed my head, made humble by the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, more than the words themselves.Not always rational," she said, smiling. "But you're the best kind of crazy.”

“Life is precious, fragile, fleeting - and Murphy's life was one of my favorites.”

“Do you want your blood to stay where it is sochar-lar?"Tavi lifted both eyebrows at the unfamiliar word, and glanced at Varg."Monkey," Varg supplied, in Aleran. "And male-child.""He called me monkey boy?" Tavi asked.”

“And they have a problem with Dresden, I take it?" Murphy asked."Wanna kill him or something. I don't know," Thomas said, nodding. "They tried it on Jet Skis earlier today.""Roger Moore Bond villains?" Murphy asked, her tone derisive. "Seriously?""Be silent, mortal cow," snarled one of the Sidhe. Murphy tracked her eyes calmly over to that one, and she nodded once, as if memorizing something. "Yeah, okay. You.”