“‘So I can swoon watching you make a triple-word score?’ With an effort she pulled back from him. ‘And spare me the jokes about scoring.’
‘Dammit, woman, you read my mind,’ he said. ‘Is there no filthy wordplay you can’t foresee?’
‘It’s my special magical power. I can read your mind when you’re thinking dirty thoughts.’
‘So, ninety-five percent of the time.’
She craned her head back to look up at him. ‘Ninety-five percent? What’s the other five percent?’
‘Oh, you know, the usual - demons I might kill, runes I need to learn, people who’ve annoyed me recently, people who’ve annoyed me not so recently, ducks.’”
Clary Fray and Jace Wayland City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare
“‘You want to go on a date?’
Caught off guard, she stammered. ‘A wh-what?’
‘A date,’ Jace repeated. ‘Often ‘a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,’ but in this case, ‘an offer of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly.’
‘Really?’ Clary was not sure what to make of this. ‘Blisteringly white-hot?’
‘It’s me,’ said Jace. ‘Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.’”
Jace Wayland and Clary Fray City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare