I never even liked cats all that much. Surely you realize, said Patience, that cats are no great respecters of human opinion. - Scott Lynch

Sabetha threw her own shoes and costume components on the tiles near the bath. She retained only her black hose and a dressing gown. Locke did his best to look like he wasn’t staring, and she did an admirable job of pretending she wasn’t encouraging him.

Remember when I told you, for the first time? You nearly threw me off the roof—
I thought you deserved it. You know, it's an opinion I return to from time to time, whether or not a roof is available.
You're a difficult woman, Sabetha. But then, difficult women are the only ones worth falling in love with.
How would you know? It's not like you've ever been after anyone else—
That part's easy. I started with the most difficult woman possible, so there was never any need to look any further.
You're trying to be charming. She squeezed his hand once, then pulled away. I choose not to be entirely charmed, Locke Lamora.
Not entirely?
Not entirely. Not yet.

“When I get this door open, you’re dead, Jean!“
“When you get that door open? I look forward to many long years of life, then.“