“No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.”

“You’re mine, the girls are mine. I’m stakin’ my claim with you right now and, you force it, I’ll do it with him too.”

“You may not realize it yet, but you’re mine. Not because I am claiming you. You’re mine because that’s how it is.”

“You should be careful, tossing descriptors like that around in a situation like this. My ‘problem’ isn’t little. Unless you’re drawing some pretty wild comparisons. Please tell me you’re not drawing wild comparisons. Or blood-relative comparisons.”

“You’re mine,Isabeau. You’ll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and giveus a second chance, or you don’t, you’ll be my only.”

“Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie.”