“If you get killed. I'm going to be furious.""I love you too. Come On.”

“But she was a regent, and he wasn’t. She stepped around him. “If you get killed, I’m going to be furious.”“I love you too. Come on.”

“i'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed or worse expelled”

“Would you still love me if I killed someone?” I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast. “I would still love you,” Go said. “Go, do you really need me to say it?” She stayed silent. “I did not kill Amy.” She stayed silent. “Do you believe me?” I asked. “I love you.”

“But know this, if you get killed out there I'm going to fire you.”

“So you know what your punishment is going to be, sweetheart? I'm going to make love to you. Slowly. Hell, it might take me until tomorrow. I'm going to lose count of how many times you come. And every time you do, I'm going to tell you that I love you. Until you fucking get used to it.”