“Why do I find it irresistible when you tell me to go to hell so politely?”

“That's possible to likely. We're involved, you and me. I'm telling you what I'm going to do because I figure when people are involved, when they matter, they tell each other.”

“What the hell are you tryng to do?"She gave him an innocent stare. "Why, have a conversation. I suppose you're out of practice."He glared,narrow-eyed, then turned away. "I'm going for a walk," he muttered."Lovely." Gennie slipped her arm through his. "I'll go with you.""I didn't ask you," Grant said flatly, stopping again."Oh." Gennie batted her eyes. "You're trying to charm me by being rude again. It's so difficult to resist.”

“Why is it you think you'll live forever and why do you want to, I'd like to know, when you deny yourselves so many of the basic pleasures in life?”

“So we ate some smoke, so what?” “You lost most of your eyebrows.”Stunned, she pressed her fingers above her eyes. “Shit! Why didn’t you tell me?”“It’s a look.”

“Oh, go to hell." But there wasn't any heat in the response."You're not supposed to smile when you say that.”

“Harry, I promised you something. I said I'd clear it with you before I asked your mom to marry me. I need you to tell me it's okay if I do.”