“And that. Why don’t you call me Étienne anymore?”

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but I won’t call you Hale anymore. I didn’t know it was a big deal, and for the record I don’t read through people’s files. Your application picture was included. I don’t know why but it stood out to me. When you ran into me yesterday, I knew exactly who you were.”

“It's a physical sickness. Étienne. How much I love him. I love Étienne. I love that the accent over his first name is called an acute accent, and that he has a cute accent.”

“You’re not welcome here. Why don’t you slink off into the hole you crawled out of? (Adron)Oh, that’s real original and mature. Why don’t you call me Mr. Stinky Pants while you’re at it? (Jayce)”

“Don’t call me Lord Snow.”The dwarf lifted an eyebrow. “Would you rather be called the Imp? Let them see that their words can cut you and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name take it make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.”

“Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.”