I'm Really Not Good With Impulse Control.

Conversation Was Irrelevant. Only Pie Mattered.

Lucky Charms?” I Asked. “magically Delicious,” He Explained. “requisite For Any Sort Of Building Project.” I Shook My Head, Still Amazed At How He Had Managed To Weasel His Way Over Here. “this Isn’t A Date.” He Cut Me A Scandalized Look. "obviously. I’d Bring Count Chocula For That.

Sage,” Adrian Declared. “these Hands Don’t Do Manual Labor.

He Exhaled Loudly And Raked A Hand Through The Sable Brown Hair He Always Kept Stylishly Messy. "look, Rose. You Don’t Have To Keep Up With The Hard-to-get Thing. You’ve Already Got Me.

I’m A Succubus.” He Shook His Head. “no, You Aren’t.” “yes, I Am.” “you Aren’t.” I Was A Bit Surprised To Be Having This Conversation. “i Am Too.” “no. Succubi Are Flame-eyed And Bat-winged. Everyone Knows That. They Don’t Wear Jeans And Sweaters.