“Cyn? Short for Cynric? (Callie)Nay. S-I-N. As in conceived, born in, and am currently living happily in. (Sin)”

“Callie. (Sin)Aye. (Callie)Can you teach me what love is? (Sin)”

“Cyn like Cynric ?No, S-I-N as in conceived in , born in and lived in”

“Aelfa assures me you eat small children every morn to break your fast. Do you? (Callie)Nay, I find them to be too harsh on the belly. All that moving around once they’re swallowed. Not worth the effort, really. (Sin)”

“Don’t you dare. (Callie)Dare what? (Sin)Turn those serious eyes on me, Sin…or else I’ll bash you with my pillow again. (Callie)”

“I want your heart, Sin. (Callie)It’s battered and useless, but what remains of it is all yours, milady. (Sin)”

“And why are you sitting there? (Callie)Because it’s rather difficult to stand while sleeping. (Sin)You are sleeping outside my door? Why? (Callie)Because if I slept outside of Simon’s door, the innkeeper might think I’m strange. (Sin)”