“_I_ boil it." Joseph entered last, closing the door behind them. "Last time, you burnt it."Connor glared at Joseph. "We were attacked! What would you have me tell the Abenaki? 'I cannae fight just now. I'm makin' candy. Would you like a wee taste?”

“I do not know her as you do, but I have shared each step of this journey with her, watched her fight for her life, and held her each night while she slept. I cannot help but care for her."And suddenly Connor was glad Joseph had chosen to sleep in the loft.”

“Have you always been this skilled with women?" - Joseph to Iain”

“Joseph stood, his gaze traveling over Connor's clean-shaven face and hairless chest, his lips curving in a grin. "What's this? The Cub is not so furry.”

“I am _not_ a woman from your village."His eyes narrowed. "No, you are not, for if you were, you would be grateful for the better fate Connor has won for you with his blood. Rather than thinking only of yourself, you would be beside him now, tending his hurts.”

“Joseph grinned, his teeth bright white in contrast to the dark paint on his face. "Somewhere inside Wentworth's body is a man fighting to come out.""So it seems, brother."-Joseph and Morgan”

“Only a Mahican would bring a comb to war." Connor rolled his eyes, then leaned in as if about to tell Amalie a great secret, lowering his voice to a whisper. "It helps them keep their feathers pretty."-Connor about Joesph”