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

“Dylan sighed. Some days he sighed more than others, and some days it seems like he did nothing but. He had a face that could have been on a Roman coin, and I'd heard his real name was something unpronouncable and Goth. Not like black-lipstick-and-angst, but actual barbarian.”

“Boys. Jeez.”

“His undies had ridden up into the crack of his narrow ass, of which I was treated to a full view of as he turned and tried to go as quietly as possible up the stairs.”

“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.”

“... I'd already shot a zombie. Maybe this smartmouth blue-eyed apple-pie boy would be next.”