“If someone tells you to change yourself, tell them to go fuck themselves.”
“There is much still to talk about,” Gregor cut in and Lucien’s eyes went to him. “We’ll arrange another meeting. Two weeks,” he stated.Gregor’s eyebrows shot up. “Two weeks?”“Gregor, I’m about to walk out of this office, go home and ask the woman I love to spend eternity with me. Yes, fucking two weeks and consider yourself lucky I’m not going to arrange a fucking meeting until after two months.”
“Who’d cum first, you or your clone? To find out, why don’t you go fuck yourself?”
“Hey, if you're going to price yourself, I say go high.”
“Go fuck yourself. Or get spayed. Either would an improvement.”