“We have loyalty, fidelity, honor--All three are overrated. The only chance you have to demonstrate any of them is to deny yourself something or someone you desire.”

“What are you trying to prove?" Lucia demanded.Between strikes, he bellowed, "That you should no' have left me!""You were going to do it to me--don't bother denying it!" When he didn't, she said, "Then why are you different?" Another volley of arrows. "What gives you the right to risk yourself?"He snapped, "Because you could move on if something happened to me.”

“Take care, lest you lose a male who'll desire only you - and gain a male who'll desire only others.”

“He swallowed. “Have you no modesty?” Never in his life had he encountered a female so quick to be naked. Of course, he’d never in his life encountered a female who should so utterly be naked at any chance.”

“Then, with grave formality, he unsheathed his sword."How old is that thing? Have you had it carbon dated?"He looked aghast, as if she’d insulted his grandmother. "Hey, no disrespecting The Sword. Besides, it’s only three or four centuries old.""Only? I would think that technology has improved since then. Why wouldn’t you get a new one?""I’m on my way to, remember? Try to keep up, halfling.”

“Just lie back, wench."She snickered. "Did you call me wench? Well, you certainly dated yourself there, didn't you? Sometimes I forget how old you are. What's your age, anyway? Thirty-seven? Thirty-eight?""I'm thirty-three.”

“We’ll all have an ice-cream cake to celebrate! Except for we don’t have a freezer!”