Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop--

When the warden appeared outside their cell, he ogled Regin's bared midriff. Gross. Whenever men leered at her, Regin tended to leer back. She canted her head on the floor, turning it one way, then the other. "I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

The Valkyrie did not believe in coincidence, only fate. And sometimes fate didn't even bother being subtle.

You heard her, she's already a creature with which one doesn't fuck.