Danse: You think I give two single craps about anybody?
Danse: No! I don't care! Half of you could go and die, and I wouldn't even come to your funeral, much less shed a tear over it!
Nora: *stumbles in and nearly falls on her face as she freezes*
Nora: *grins lopsidedly* Huh... I must be falling for you.
Danse: ...
Danse: This one. I love this one, and no one else touch it because it's mine.



























