Violet: “They’re just threats. The only time I’ve actually been targeted was at night, and it’s not like Liam here is sleeping in my bedroom.”
Liam: “I mean, I’m not opposed—”
Violet: “Don’t even start. You are a shameless flirt.”
Liam: “Thank you.”
Violet: “It wasn’t a compliment.”
Rhiannon: “Don’t mind her, she’s just sexually frustrated. Makes a girl crabby.”
Violet: “That has nothing to do with it.”
Rhiannon: “And yet I don’t hear you denying it.”
Liam: “I’m sorry I don’t make the cut. But I’m sure Riorson would be fine with my reviewing a couple candidates, especially if it means you’ll stop flipping him off in front of his entire wing.”
Rhiannon: “And how exactly would you be reviewing candidates? What will you be scoring? This I have to hear.”
Violet: “Thanks for the offer, though. I’ll make sure to run any potential liaisons by you.”
Rhiannon: “I mean, you could watch. Just to be sure she’s fully covered. You know, so no one…sticks it to her.”
Ridoc: “Oh, are we telling dick jokes now? Because my entire life has led up to this moment.”
Liam: “Fuck me.”
- Fourth Wing, page 258-259
