“What's wrong with you?" Nika asks Madoc. He responds, "I'm an incurable asshole.”

“She packed a small suitcase with a few clothes and toiletries, then wheeled it to Madoc's suite. She knocked on the door, he opened it part way. "I'm moving in. If you try to keep me out again, I'm going to grab hold of a body part you like and start twisting."”

“You stay here, stay safe." He kissed her forehead and darted out the door, sword in hand." Nika turned to glare at Logan. "You try to stop me and I'll find a dozen new and interesting ways to make you regret it." Logan lifted his elegant hands, a small smile playing at the corners of his luscious mouth. "I would never dare to stand between a woman and the man whom she plans to teach a lesson. I prefer to watch the show.”

“Brooke?" he finally found the sense to ask. "What are you doing here?""I need a gun."This was not how his dream was supposed to go.”

“How can you say that so casually? You're talking about the possible death of hundreds of people, yourself included."He gave a negligent shrug. "Wrong place, wrong time. Life sucks.”

“Awh hell," muttered Drake, "do you do that to all the human women?""No, usually they've started taking their clothes off by now. She's beginning to hurt my feelings." (Logan)"We need to get you a paper bag or a scar or something. (Drake)"Yeah," he said in a dry tone. "I'll get right to work on that."(Helen spellbound-meeting Logan the Vampire for the first time)”

“Handles. That’s all he could think when he saw them. The woman had braided handles into her hair, just begging a man to grab them and guide her head where he wanted it to go. Surely she had to realize that.”