Will speechless for once, a glass of water frozen halfway to his lips
I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire." His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. "Okay, so maybe our problems aren't like other couples.
[Magnus] was wearing canary-yellow pajamas, and on his feet were green slippers with alien faces, complete with sproingy atennae.
Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.