“Come make me sticky.Dimitri to Honor”

“There was a very slight chance she might actually kill him that way, and if she did, she’d be brought up on charges. Unless, of course, she could prove harmful intent. She could see it now.See, Your Honor, he was going to f*ck me silly, make me like it.”

“You don't fear me," he said now.She wasn't stupid enough to lie. "I'm petrified. But I figure you didn't make me come all this way just so you could push me off the roof.”

“In my time,” he said, “they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?” Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed. Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched. “I’m no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I’d know how to fix you.”

“You want to play? Come find me angel boy.”

“A man’s pride was a fragile thing. A warrior’s pride was his greatest weapon. A sheik’s pride upheld the honor of his people.”

“Honor?”“Yes.”“I’m going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn’t let a man do to her.”