“You better not tup our sister! Or you’ll be having us to deal with, Braden MacAllister! (Duncan)Could I please just deal with one threat of death at a time? (Braden)”

“His eyes defiant and smoldering, Braden held his sword aimed at the MacDouglas’s throat. “To get to her, you’ll have to come through me.” “You want to die for her?” Robby asked. “Aye,” Braden said without hesitation. He glanced at her and for the first time she saw the love in his eyes. “I will die for her.”

“Is that a threat? You’re but one man against all of us. (Fergus)Aye. I’m one man with a full garrison of troops sitting rather nicely entrenched on my English lands. Trained knights and soldiers ready to march at my command. You touch one hair on Lochlan’s head and I can promise you, I’ll see every one of you in your grave. (Braden)”

“Ever the charmer, eh, Braden? (Sin)Hold your tongue, Sin. (Braden)I would, but with my luck, one of your giant Scottish bugs would land on it. Besides, it makes my hand wet and pruney when I do that. (Sin)”

“Adieu, my ladies. If you ever venture to Scotland…leave the husbands at home. (Braden)”

“It seems the women have decided I must put a stop to the feud against the MacDouglas or else they’ll serve us no more. (Lochlan)In any capacity. (Ewan)By Satan’s hairy toes, Sin, it appears I’ve died and gone to hell. (Braden)”

“Leave him be, Sin, or I swear, in the mood I’m in, I’ll tear your head off your shoulders and use it for a footstool. (Braden)”