“Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?""Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty.”

“What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty”

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

“A ghostly smile flickered across his face. "If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around." "Funny, I feel that way about you too." He didn't say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away.”

“Come on! Don't hold back," Christian said. "I'm not, " Lissa protested."You are too! I've seen you knock on a door harder than you're hitting me. " "That's a ridiculous metaphor. " "And, " he added, "you aren't aiming for my face. " "I don't want to leave a mark!""Well, at the rate we're going, there's no danger of that, " he muttered”

“About time," Christian said. "Lissa and Adrian get the market share on worrying about you, but they're not the only ones. And someone needs to put Adrian in his place, you know. I can't do it all the time." "Thanks. It kills me to say this, but I missed you too. No one's sarcasm compares to yours in Russia.”

“Dimitri: "Why did you come here?"Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.”