“That's my sucker.”
“Sookie, my little bullet-sucker"Eric, my big bullshitter”
“Why on earth had I agreed to this? Oh, that's right. He suckered me into it with his manipulating words and those damn dimples.”
“Sookie, my little blood-sucker," he said, sounding fond and warm.Eric, my big bullshitter.”
“My gosh, that voice... deep and soft, with the hint of an accent. British, maybe? I was definitely a sucker for accents.”
“Luck is for suckers.”