“a certain bohemian, good-witch sort of charm”
“Pierce truly was a black witch. He had tried to kill with magic. It didn’t matter if the charm was white, black, or polka dotted with silver sparkles.”
“You have a certain charm, believe it or not. That, and you feed me.”
“Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.”
“He’s an indulgent sort of man……With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.”
“She was feeling her bohemian oats.”