You think we're going to turn you over to the law?" he said. "Oh, no, we're much more dangerous than that.

Maybe you've got the patience to work out some complicated, long-term, ironic way to get back at the people who've wronged you, but that's you.

Parker and Hardison look like they're having a good time."

"I see," Nate said. "Should we be worried?

Just remember, this is a collaborative effort. We don't have time for creative differences or outbreaks of artistic integrity.

Standing exposed on a rooftop, with no railing and the wind whipping about him, threatening to pull him flailing and screaming to the ground? That held no interest for him.

He's not dead, Parker." He clenched his jaw so hard she could see the muscles working in it.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I'm saying it to make myself feel better.