“Shall I show him in or tell him to go find a short and unpleasant route to hell?”

“Having compared the novel-reader with an infant and a primitive, one can go further and call him a psychopath; and this I shall shortly be doing.”

“Dorian’s going to love this.”She glared. “I swear to God, you tell him, and I’ll” — what the hell could you threaten an alpha with?—“I’ll tell Hawke you want to go on daily bonding runs with him.”

“Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.”

“Oh, hell to the no, he did not just storm out of there like a drama queen. She was going to find him and then castrate him.”

“I'd tell him to go to hell, but it just so happens I'm stuck there and don't want to have to see him every day.”