“Oh, Draven. You’re my hero too! If not for you, that mean old boar would have eaten me alive. (Simon)Get off me, you nimble-pated gelding. (Draven)”

“I’ve had worse. (Draven)Such as? (Simon)The day my heart was ripped out of me. I assure you the king’s executioner could never equal the pain I felt the day I saw our mother die. (Draven)”

“If it makes you feel better though, she is well worth it. (Draven)I hope you can still say that when they’re scooping your entrails out and you’re still alive to feel it. (Simon)”

“I never thought I’d see the day you retreated from anything, least of all a mere slip of a woman. (Simon)And never did I think I would find a woman I wanted so badly. Beauty, you’re a treacherous lure with a deadly hook, and this fish has no choice except to flee before it gets caught. (Draven)”

“Allow me to present myself, milady. I am Simon of Ravenswood, brother to the ogre, and your most fervent protector for this journey. (Simon)Wonderful. And pray tell who will protect her from your drooling? Should I have my squire fetch rags now, or should I wait until she starts to drown? (Draven)”

“I didn’t think you’d allow me to attend. (Emily)I’m a beast, Emily, not a bastard. (Draven)”