“I may need your permission to keep you, girl. But I don’t need anyone’s permission to love you. I choose it of my own free will, and there’s nothing you can do about it.-Finn.”

“I may need your permission to kiss you, girl. But I don't need anyone's permission to love you”

“I need to speak to Roisin," he said. Finn rubbed his jaw. "Then I suggest you get off my girl's lap. And put some clothes on, man. You're indecent.”

“Finn Mac Cumhaill," Teagan said, "I do love you.""I'm taking this to mean we're not broken up, then. It was the fever speaking.""No. It wasn't the fever. You want forever, and...I can't promise I won't change even more. But I'm going to take care of Fear Doirich before I do." She turned and started walking toward the old willow. "Saying 'I love you' is no way to break up with a man!" Finn yelled behind her.”

“ You don't like me talking to other girls?""I don't like you grinning at them."Teagan admitted"Then tame me with your fine Irish eyes, girl.""Humph.""You have nothing to worry about. You've had my heart since...""When?""I was just trying to sort it, " Fin said. "It could have been the time you explained how its cockles were related to a shellfish." he paused. "No, it was when you flat refused to kiss me-- and me thinking I'd never see you agina, risking my kife to lead the goblins away into the night. It was heroic. And sad."Teagan punched his arm."All right." He smiled. "It was the first time I set eyes on you. My heart stopped beating, and that's a fact.""I know," Teagan said. "The first time I met you, it made me throw up."Finn knit his brows. "I'll never get over how romantic you are. It's like you've stepped right out of one of those fairy movies Aiden's making Roisin watch.”

“You turned red all over, Finn," Aiden said helpfully. "So did Teagan. As red as Kool-Aid."The back of Finn's neck went from pink lemonade to Blastin' Berry Cherry."Yeah," Aiden said. "Like that.""I don't want to talk about it," Finn said.”

“You’ve got choices, like any other creature. You can stumble down that road, pretending you can’t help it. You can curl up and die of regret and sorrow for what you’ve done. Or you can get up and fight, even though the battle might be lost.-Finn”