“You trying to make me crazy?” “Everyone needs a hobby.”

“No, Nathan, no." She wrapped his face in her hands. "I just need you--all of you--so much that I'm going crazy. I need your laugh. I need your company. I need you to sleep beside me and I need you to wake when I wake. I need you with everything in me.”

“I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.”

“Elena. Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.”

“God you’re obstinate.” It was a snarl. “Must make me a masochist that I like that about you.” Her wolf bared its canines, charmed but trying not to allow it to matter. “I only get worse the more you know me. Consider it a lucky escape.”

“Elena: "I guess a dying woman can be stupid if she wants. I'm crazy about you, Archangel. You scare the shit out of me at times, but I want to dance with you anyway.”

“What was that?" "Really excellent sex." "You were trying to sex me into submission." "Did it work?" A lazy grin as he turned to look at her. "I was just trying to be me.”