"Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat,"I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven.""Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy."
"Don't kiss me like a woman if you're going to treat me like a child."
"You're not a woman,"he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!"
"Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?” Bones asked, getting back to the subject. “You to take me,” she replied at once. “Not gonna happen!” I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand."
"Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!"
"Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear."