“You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.”
“I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.”
“I hate you."I love you."You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have."I'm trying not to be.”
“But remember that in order to symbolize everything to everyone, you will be both loved and hated.”
“I hate it here. I hate the way everyone looks at you. I hate the way everyone looks.”
“Lord Akeldama sighed. 'You lovebirds, how will I endure such flirtations constantly in my company? How déclassé, Lord Maccon, to love your own wife.”