Rose, Do You Think I'd Do Anything

Whoa, Dimitri," I Said, Tossing My Bag On The Floor. "i Realize This Is Actually A Current Hit In Eastern Europe Right Now, But Do You Think We Could Maybe Listen To Something That Wasn't Recorded Before I Was Born?” Only His Eyes Flicked Toward Me; The Rest Of His Posture Remained The Same. "what Does It Matter To You? I'm The One Who's Going To Be Listening To It. You'll Be Outside Running.

Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out Of This And I’ll Stop My Half-assed Church-going Ways. You Got Me Past A Pack Of Strigoi Tonight. I Mean, Trapping That One Between The Doors Really Shouldn't Have Worked, So Clearly You're On Board. Let Me Get Out Of Here, And I’ll...i Don’t Know. Donate Adrian’s Money To The Poor. Get Baptized. Join A Convent. Well, No. Not That Last One.

Also, I Didn’t Trust Any Guy Who Used More Styling Products Than I Did.

Then Why Are You Crying?” “because Of You!” I Beat My Fists On His Chest. “because I Love You, And I Don’t Know What To Do! I Can Solve Almost Any Problem, But I Can’t Solve This. I Don’t Know How To Deal With That. And I’m Afraid! Afraid For You! Do You Know What It’d Do To Me If Something Happens To You?” I Stopped Hitting Him And Clasped My Hands Over My Own Chest, As Though There Was A Danger My Heart Might Fall Out. “this! This Would Break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble Until It Was Dust.” I Dropped My Hands. “blown Away On The Wind Until There Was Nothing Left.

I'll Just Love You Whether You Want Me To Or Not.