“You look gorgeous, Elle, and you don't act like a gorgeous woman does.""I don't? How do I act?""You act like an angel. But you fuck like a deomon. Don't you.”

“If it's true, does it have to be nice? If you have something true to say, but you don't say it because you just want to be nice, isn't that sort of like a lie?”

“What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.”

“You look like a goddess when you come, did you know that?""I'm not a goddess.""Not a goddess. Not an angel. Not a devil. Are you a ghost? Because you can't be real.""I'm real.”

“I just said it was romantic. Some people like that."Nick sat, too. "Like you?"She lifted her chin. "Maybe I do."Nick's laugh for once didn't urge her to join him. "Well then, you're fucking the wrong guy.”

“Do you think he would?""I think he'd give his left nut to get in your pants.""Very nice," I told him. "So elegantly put."Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. "Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.”

“I won't say it's okay, because it's not. If you want to break up with me, Elle, then do it. But I'm not going to make it easy for you.”