“You like rock?Little boy, I’m not your friend. I’m not your Dark-Hunter and I’m not your friggin’ date. You only speak to me when I ask you a question. Otherwise you keep your mouth shut, your eyes off me, and you might live long enough to get me to the French Quarter. (Zarek)”
“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.”
“Eyes,” he snapped. “On me, Mia. Always on me. You don’t come with your eyes closed. I want to see everything you have when I’m inside you. You don’t ever shut me out.”
“I’ll wait until your mouth is full of food before I ask you a question. I’m like a dentist.”
“Nothing about this thing we have is a bad thing. I’m not gonna lie about it: I don’t deserve you. I’m sure as hell not good enough for you, but as long as you want me, I’m all yours.”
“I’m fucking demanding, and you should know that if you ever feel like experimenting and ask me for a threesome, I’m most likely to cut off your dick and feed it to my neighbor’s Chihuahua.”