“You look like hell." "Maybe I ought to be mad at you for saying that, but I know you're right.”
“Huh, I didn't think about getting, like, a straw." "I can bite through with my fangs, or just poke a hole with your knife." "Why not fangs?" "You really don't mind seeing me like that?" "Considering how hot and heavy we've been every time I saw your fangs, I have to say I kinda like seeing you like that.”
“I think I've figured out what we're going to do." "Yeah, I kind of figured that out, too, seeing how we're naked in bed together." "Not that, wanton woman.”
“Are you sure you're not pregnant?" "Positive. Honestly, Lucas, I already told you that." "You cannot tell a guy you're not pregnant too many times.”
“How do you know?" "How do I know what?" "That we can't have children?" "Lucas, I'm dead.”
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