“Tell me, have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls Royce?" -Kingsley”

“Me: I think we should have sex again.Royce: Bad idea.Me: Why?Royce: I want more from you than sex.Me: Goodbye, you prudish bastard.”

“Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables”

“Pourquoi?" Kingsley demanded. "Why? You take her every way you can, every chance you have. Why her and not me?"Soren hadn't replied, and for that Kingsley had been forever grateful. He knew the answer, but to hear it would have broken the one last unbroken part of his spirit.”

“When his rolls royce was mobbed by fans the chauffeur said:''do you want me to get them off the car?''and Lennon replied: ''No - they paid for it, they can wreck it”

“I don’t believe in ghosts and neither should you, Kingsley.””Why not? I’ve been in love with a ghost for thirty years.” Kingsley strolled over to the armchair and sat on the ottoman between the other man’s knees. Soren narrowed his eyes at him. “The body’s not even cold yet. Eleanor’s been gone one day and you’re already trying to get me into bed again?” ”Again?” Kingsley laughed and rolled his eyes. “Always. Are you surprised?” Soren shrugged. “Not really.”