Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. "You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you very well.""And not enough time mostly naked in front of my bedroom window?" I teased. Sam turned bright red. "That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.

[...] Aglionby boys, who often thought rudeness was a louder sort of flirting.

Hurry up, before there's no more night left.

Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.”Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control.