“Boys. Jeez.”

“I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.”

“Jeez. Just over a week was all it took for my life to implode. It was some kind of record.”

“I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?”

“He was full of suprises, my Goth Boy.”

“Wulf aside, boys are stupid. Always were, always will be, world without end, amen.”

“Boys always get the best lashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law.”