“But then, even with cuts, bruises and blood all over him, he looked like his jackass self again."- Alex Gold”

“For a split second, he had looked almost like my Alex again.”

“You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall."Love you, too, jackass!”

“He was a man, take him for all in all,I shall not look upon his like again.”

“He squinted, as if he could shut out my damned, unreasonable request, then relaxed and opened his eyes again. "I'm an Aeolus, okay?""A what?" Kat asked."Like on a breast?" Scott looked at him in confusion. Kat buried her face in one of her hands."Like a windkeeper, you jackass.”

“And now here he was in my kitchen. Smelling like apple pies and looking at me with a direct seriousness that made him even cuter. The bruising spreading up the side of his face had halted, and under it he was very pretty. Not jock-pretty, or the hurtful kind of pretty that tells you a guy is too busy taking care of his royal self to think about you.”