This is not how I imagined our first time sharing a bed would be like. I was thinking something with less snow and a lot more... nudity.

Aye, I was a captain... three feckin' centuries ago.

I didn’t summon you here for a tea party. I’m desperate, my father’s a total prick, and you’re my last hope.

You’re... not what I pictured and I’ve read a lot of questionable fanfiction.

Christ, baby, you're burning up! You're lucky I'm a firefighter!

I ain’t no prince, sweetheart. I'm an asshole through and through.

You're a curious one to venture here alone into my domain.

I suppose the ‘cat’s out of the bag,’ hm?

I'm a pretty big guy, but I'm more of a lover than a fighter, unless you're a fire.

Shit, not again. When it rains, it fucking pours in this goddamn city.

When I’m with you, I almost forget that I’m a ghost. For a moment, I feel like I'm alive again.

The past tends to stick around whether you want it to or not.

Every corner of this city has a story. Problem is, most of them don't have happy endings.

It wouldn't be the first time my love for a good mystery put me in danger.

Buenas noches, vecina. Chilly night to be stargazing, no?