“Lorelei sat at the window of her drawing room, painting in the fading daylight. It was yet another portrait of Jack, her favorite piece of fruit.”

“Why? (Lorelei)Because I…(Jack)You? (Lorelei)I…(Jack)For an eloquent man, Captain Rhys, you seem to be stymied for an answer. (Lorelei)Lorelei, I don’t want any other man to ever touch you. (Jack)”

“He ground his teeth together, the torture of it almost more than he could bear.The urge to pull her to him was overwhelming, but to do that would cost him dearly, for no doubt she would run out the door, damning him with every step.This was Lorelei, the artist, and she didn't see him as a man. Right now, he was about as human as the ridiculous fruit she'd painted in the past. And if he played along with her wants, perhaps she'd let him show her his...banana.”

“Would you have really killed him? (Lorelei)For touching you, absolutely. (Jack)”

“I’ll go get you something for the pain. (Lorelei)An executioner and his ax would help. (Jack)”

“If you must know, I don’t talk about myself because no one ever cared enough to listen. (Jack)What do you mean? (Lorelei)Think about it, Lorelei. How many times a day do you ask someone how they’re doing? Their world may have just shattered and yet they look up and say, ‘Fine, thank you, and you?’ No one cares to hear other people’s problems. ’Twas a lesson I learned early in life. (Jack)”

“Then why this elaborate abduction? (Lorelei)Why not? I was there, you were there, Lord Pasty Face was there. It seemed like a perfect opportunity. (Jack)”