Quote by Laurell K. Hamilton
““Bouvier, Magnus Bouvier.” “I do not know the name.” “Should you?” He just smiled at me. It meant nothing and everything. “You are an irritating son of a bitch.” “Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?” I glared at him, which made him smile wider. There was just the faintest hint of fang peeking into view. Someone””
