“Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.”

“Really, Sage? A date?”I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.”“A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.”“A real date.”

“Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov”

“Is Adrian here?”“Who?”“Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.”She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?”“I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?”The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet.”

“Adrian!You Used compulsion on that guy. That.... I mean, it's....." "Awesome?Yeah,I Know”

“Adrian!" Something inside of me burst. "Will you shut the hell up for five seconds?”

“Takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection." He paused to reconsider that. "Well, except for my parents. They got it on the first try." (Adrian)”