He couldn’t count how many times he had seen desire turn to fear in his latest victims’ eyes when they learned that they were the dinner and not the date. Not that he had any qualms about playing with his food, first. He liked a good fuck as much as anyone.

Everything's just fucking Disney with you.

Knowledge is a rope, and you're weaving a noose out of it. Leave some slack for the enemy.

I'm as lucky as a bed of oysters on cioppino night.

You are fifty different kinds of twisted.""Only fifty? Val, you wound me.

Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!