“I might be bluffing, you miserable, vomitous mass!" Bran yelled. Oh, for heaven's sake. Really? He's quotin' The Princess Bride?”

“Whenever she was in his arms, she forgot she even had a name.”

“Get off me, Bran!" she howled, her sweet breath brushing his lips when she turned her head to look at him. "If you get yourself killed bein' all heroic and brave, I swear on my granddaddy's grave, I'll murder you!”

“I've never had a problem with a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it." Even as her heart stuttered, she narrowed her eyes. "Is that supposed to be a come-on?" He lifted his hands and donned an innocent expression. "Wouldn't think of it.”

“I might be bluffing, you miserable, vomitous mass!" Bran yelled. Oh, for heaven's sake. Really? He's quotin' The Princess Bride?”