I do not understand this analogy," Mencheres muttered.

I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.

I say, look at the melons on that lass,” Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. “And hung like a stallion, he is.”

“Focus, mate,” Spade muttered.

Kitty need's a tounge bath

It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other.

Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!