“The French say you get hungry when you’re eating, and I get inspired when I’m working. It’s my engine”
“I can finish that off and get you something better,” he offered.“You’d eat my leftovers?...” I felt like such a prima donna. “You’re a king.”“I’m a…hungry…king,” he shrugged, as he unassumingly glanced to the side. “I’m not picky.”
“You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you. (Acheron)”
“I wanted to apologize but what could I say? I’m sorry but I’m afraid my fangs might freak you out. Oh and by the way my eyes sort of glow in the dark when I get excited. I hope you’re cool with that.”
“Did you get hungry and eat my colleagues?”
“Vacation, I go there in my mind. Especially when I’m at work, getting paid for it.”