“That sounds suspiciously like you’re calling me a manwhore.”“I am calling you a manwhore.”

“I realize you think I'm just a filthy manwhore, but it does actually matter to me.”

“Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop”

“Tell me what I am to you.” …“Oh honey, you’re the man I call when I need a ride.”

“You will call me,” he said. “For the rest of your life, you will call me. I don’t give a shit whether or not you’re in the mood. I don’t care if your cause is useless or if I am too late or if you can fix the whole damn problem by yourself or if you just get scared. You will call me, Grace. You will call me.”

“And if you don’t think I can hold my own against all those eighteenth-century mortals you were out tagging, then you’re a fool, Casanova.” ... “Oh, yes, I know all about you.”He went still. “What are you talking about?”“I was alive back then. And all the Lore heard about the ruthless warlord brothers from Estonia. The general, the scholar, the enigma, and . . . the manwhore.”