“I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?”
“You're scared now, I can smell it..."Benito Ramirez”
“I can smell the sin on your breath.”
“(Aiden) “Sam, honey, I can smell your scent when you’re at the other end of your house, on a different floor. I can feel your heartbeat in my head. Your blood … it’s in me, Sam, enriched from the meals I cook for you with my own hands. Believe me, baby, I’ll know you’re there. And I will never hurt you.”
“If sharks really can smell blood, then I’d imagine they’re all salivating over my erection right now.”