“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”
“You worry about hurting me, but you never seem to worry about me hurting you. And I’m the one with the killer touch.”
“If you worried about falling off the bike, you'd never get on.”
“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.”