“Storms make you--""Want to fuck.""they make me want to fuck until I pass out. Is that what you wanted to know?""Yes," she whispered...~Remy/Haley”

“Coming sounds like a good idea, Haley," he murmured in her ear."Are you going to come for me, with me, again and again, until you can't stand it anymore, until you can't see straight?""Is that what you want?" she asked."Not want. Need." He gripped her hips and urged her down to her knees."Need to fuck you, right here. Need to be inside you now."~Remy/Haley”

“She whispers in my ear: ‘"Tell me that you wan' fuck me hard, make me sweat." In the excitement, she misses out a word. "I want to fuck you so hard that your body drips with sweat," I say, grammatically.”

“I don't know what you want, Haley. Just because you got me off doesn't mean I have to engage in post-fuck chat. So back off.”

“I don't want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL.-REMY”

“Yes, you do. And when you find yourself back in Kalosis in a few seconds with a wide-eyes Trates and a pissed-off Stryker, remember that I’m watching you and that the Weres are off-limits in this game. You want to fuck with Artemis, fuck with Artemis. You want to fuck with me…make out your will. (Savitar)”