“You'll probably die if you stay with me,' he told me.'Then I'm dead either way, because I won't survive without you.”

“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” I snap.“No, you told me not to touch you again. You never said to stay away,” he shrugs.“Why are you such an asshole?”“Probably the same reason you’re such a pain in the ass. For the fun of it.”

“Now I'm a God, but tomorrow, when you have to stop me from playing with dead things again, you'll be right back to calling me an idiot, won't you?”

“I know how you like to be asked and not told. But I'm not asking you to marry me...I'm telling you to marry me, Lake.. because I can't live without you.”

“You'll marry me, my dragon, and you'll bear my children, and you'll drive me mad and live in that ramshackle old house with me and I'll even put up with the occasional visit from your sister ifI must. But you'll marry me. Not because you have to. But because I won't let you go.""Why?" she demanded.And he answered the only way he could, in French. "Je't'aime," he said. "I love you.""Je't'aime aussi," she said. "And I will make your life a living hell," she added in the same language.He smiled down at her. "I'm counting on it.”

“We're getting married as soon as possible,' he said.'Is that what you call a proposal?''I'm not much of a romantic, honey, but you already know that. And I won't be much of a bargain as a husband, but I have a feeling you'll whip me into shape without too much trouble. Heck, by the time we have kids, I'll probably be downright domesticated.”