You’re not a very pleasant damsel in distress,” Park remarked.“And you’re a shitty Lassie. Timmy never had to wait this long when he fell down a well.

You’ve got exactly twenty-seven hours and then I’m coming in there and trimming you down,” Park said from above.“Like your big head could fit,” Cooper said. “And twenty-seven hours? It’s 127 hours! What do you think, he sawed his own arm off after one day?”“You want to make it twenty-seven minutes, Dayton?” Park said.

My name’s Oliver. Though if you want to call me Pretty Eyes Park again, I promise I’ll still come running.

Fortunately, Park seemed more bemused than offended. “Do you disapprove of human-werewolf relationships, Agent Dayton?”“No. Of course not. I—that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t understand...” Cooper trailed off, thoroughly uncomfortable, and Park took pity on him.“She’s not my type because I’m gay.”The silence was sharp. Vaguely Cooper was aware his mouth was hanging open. He shut it quickly. Then opened it again to say, “Oh, that’s nice.