Steal me.
“It would please me greatly. However…” I slowed my walk a bit, my smile fading into a more serious expression. “What about Sovoy?”
Her mouth made a line. “He’s staked a claim on me then?”
“Well, not as such. But there are certain protocols involved….”
“A gentleman’s agreement?” She asked acidicly.“More like honor among thieves, if you will.”
She looked me in the eye. “Kvothe,” she said seriously. “Steal me.”Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
