“I didn't need to be rescued."
"Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.”

“I feel the need to be naked with you.
Take off my pants, my shirt, my socks and my shoes.
I need to be naked with you.”

“She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, oror something like that.
Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep.”

“That's silly talk… Talk to my wife. She'll tell me I need to learn to just put my socks on the hamper.”

“My pen in this, my sword in that hand hold.”

“Do you think 'Duke' is a good name?' she asked.

His face blanked for a second before it cleared. He glanced at the dog in consideration. 'I don't think so. He would outrank me.”

“She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.”

“You know who LOVES to get fisted? Sock puppets. That joke is adorable!”

“Coming to my rescue?'
'Of course. It's what we do. I rescue you; you rescue me. We just take turns whenever the other needs it.”

“I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.”