“He was on his knees before this female, and he'd gladly stay there for the rest of his life.”

“You stayed,” he murmured... Her softly whispered answer sifted into his hair where her lips rested against the top of his head. “You didn’t let go.”

“It's the other part I'm not so sure about. You got any advice for me on that, Lucan?""Sure." The vampire grunted, his smile filled with dark amusement. "Dust off your knees, brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through.”

“He didn’t care that his voice and hands shook as he brought her closer. He was thoroughly unashamed of the depth of his feeling for this woman.”

“Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.”

“It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.”

“Dust off your knees, brother, because you may damn well end up walking on them before the night is through.”Lucan (in response to Dante's request for advice) - Kiss of Crimson”