“I opine you wouldn't know help if it smacked you in the face. Stubborn, bullheaded, wild fey thing of a woman." - Pierce”

“What's she like? The princess, I mean.""Bullheaded. She's red headed, blue-eyed, and stubborn as a mule.”

“Did you just smack me in the face with a fish?”“I did.”“Why did you just smack me in the face with a fish, Danny?”

“I smell pancakes," Al said as he jauntily smacked Pierce's hat back on the witch's head. "Did the runt make you breakfast?" Al said, leaning over the stove. "Quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet, eh?" he said, leering at Pierce, who was now rinsing out the percolator. "Is it working? I'd be curious to know. I'd buy her a cake or something.”

“Pierce made a calculating noise, accidentally brushing my knee as he shifted. "As Jenks would say, you snore nice."I smiled back unconvincingly. I snore nice. Not "I opine that your auditory nasal exhalations are most pleasing.”

“I know, sweetheart. I wish I could take away your fear, but the only way I know to do it is to help you face it. I’d face it for you if I could.”