“Use me," he said. "For as long as you like.”
“You used," he said, and then took a sharp breath, "to call me Augustus.”
“You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me.”
“All right," Marcus said, like he was doing me a grave favor. "But take it slow, sister. Any sudden moves and we'll drop you like a used-up ho on the corner of Fifth and Bridger.”
“Can you at least tell us what these Sevens look like?" He said "could we pick one out in a crowd?""A long time ago, they used to appear wearing robes and golden girtles," Ivy explained."They sound like losers," Xavier muttered.”
“I'm not like you, Mal. I never really fit in the way that you did. I never belonged anywhere.""You belonged with me," he said quietly."No, Mal. Not really. Not for a long time.”