“He looked good, like sin in a suit.”

“He was standing back in the living room, and he just had this look. He had on a tan suit, with these hazel eyes, shaggy blond hair. Very good-looking. Very well dressed. He could do this thing with his eyes. All of a sudden they were like stars - this twinkle there, this spark. I still remember that look. 'What is this?' I said to myself. 'What is this?”

“Like sin itself, Satan appeals to the senses. He originated and perfected the art of disguising evil as good.”

“What does she look like?" Sin asked."Like she'd look good on a mattress."Sin jammed her fists on her hips. "That tells me nothing, and aren't you mated?""I'm also a sex demon. I didn't go blind when I took a mate.”

“The thing was to wear a bathing suit and look good in it, to somehow make yourself worthy of the scenario you were volunteering for.”

“He looks like the good boy he's never been.”