Lucifer's bouncing balls, Kitten, not again!

What in the name of Voldy’s pasty-white rear end was that?

You curse a lot.'

'Fuck you - I hardly curse at all.

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.