I huff. Sort of. “Well, would Your Logicalness care to take me to breakfast and tell me about his plans?”
… “Would your Nakedness care to get dressed first?” he asks.

Kato looks ill. “I… It… Me…” He stares at the massive snake. “Big.”
I squeeze his arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll speak in complete sentences again soon.

You’re the shield, and I’m the sword.

I turn back to Griffin. His expression is stony and unreadable, although if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it was tending toward ominous.

We were friends before.” Sort of. We never tried to kill each other.

It’s just you always…”
“Run,” I finish for him…
I gaze up at him. Soft light plays over his striking features – the hard planes of his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the slight hook in his nose. “I’ll still run, Griffin. The difference now is that I’ll run to you.”
He looks at me for a long time, his gray eyes inscrutable. “You’d better.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Or you’ll spank me?