He Could Smell Her Morality, The Sweet

Demon Pox. There's Always Demon Pox.

Is This The Part Where You Start Tearing Off Strips Of Your Shirt To Bind My Wounds?" "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked.

When Two Souls Are As One, They Stay Together On The Wheel. I Was Born Into This World To Love You, And I Will Love You In The Next Life, And The One After That." ~jem Carstairs

Will Tossed His Apple Core Into The Air, At The Same Time Drawing A Knife From His Belt And Throwing It. The Knife And The Apple Scaled Across The Room Together, Somehow Managing To Stick Into The Wall Just Beside Gabriel's Head, The Knife Driven Cleanly Through The Core And Into The Wood. "say That Again," Said Will. "and I'll Darken Your Daylights For You.

Well, I'd Certainly Hate To Interrupt Your Pleasant Night Stroll With My Sudden Death." He Blinked. "there Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Outright Hostility, And You Seem To Have Crossed It. What's Up?