Teasing Quotes

“Don't ever put your life at risk over something as trivial as talking to me again.' It's as low as a growl against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

'Next year is going to be so much fun,' I tease, walking forward and lacing my fingers with his so her follows.

'Liam will be here next year to make sure you're not doing asinine things,' he mutters.

'You're going to love getting his letters.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You're a shameless flirt.'

'Thank you.' He grins and goes back to carving.

'It wasn't a compliment.'

'Don't mind her, she's just sexually frustrated. Makes a girl crabby.'
...
'That has nothing to do with it.' Gods, could she have said that a little louder?

'And yet I don't hear you denying it.' She smiled sweetly at me.

'I'm sorry I don't make the cut,' Liam teases. 'But I'm sure Riorson would be fine with my reviewing a couple candidates, especially if it means you'll stop flipping him off in front of his entire wing.'

'And how exactly would you be reviewing candidates? What will you be scoring?' Rhiannon asks, one eyebrow raised above her wide grin. 'This I have to hear.'

I manage a straight face for all of two seconds before laughing at how horrified he suddenly looks. 'Thanks for the offer, though. I'll make sure to run any potential liaisons by you.'

'I mean, you could watch,' Rhiannon continues, blinking innocently at him. 'Just to be sure she's fully covered. You know, so no one... sticks it to her.'

'Oh, are we telling dick jokes now?' Ridoc asks from Liam's side. 'Because my entire life has led up to this moment.'

Even Sawyer laughs.

'Fuck me,' Liam mutters under his breath.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“He stares at me in disbelief. 'You know what? We're not fighting tonight. Not if you want to learn how to shield.'

'Fine. We're not fighting. Teach me.' I tilt my chin. Gods, I barely reach his collarbone.

'Ask me nicely.' He leans closer.

'Have you always been this tall?' I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.

'No, I was a a child at some point.'

I roll my eyes.

'Ask me nicely, Violence,' he whispers. 'Or I'm gone.'
...

'Right then. All right. Will you teach me to shield?'

A smile curves his mouth, and my gaze drops to his lips. 'Say please.'

'Are you always this difficult?'

'Only when I know I have something you need. What can I say, I like making you squirm. It's like a sweet little slice of payback for what you've put me through these last couple of months.' He brushes the snow off my hair.

'What I've put you through?' Unbelieveable.

'You've scared me nearly to death once or twice, so I think saying please is a fair request.'

Like he's ever played fair a day in his life. I take a deep breath, and swat at a snowflake that lands on my nose. 'As you prefer. Xaden?' I smile sweetly up at him and inch a little closer. 'Would you pretty, pretty please teach me how to shield before I accidentally climb you like a tree and we both wake up with regrets?'

'Oh, I'm firmly in control of my faculties.' He smiles again, and I feel it like a caress.

Dangerous. This is so damn dangerous.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You're staring. It's going to get awkward in about thirty seconds if you don't stop.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I hate you.'

'No, you don't.'

'And I'm about to stab you,' I warned. 'In a very violent manner.'

Concern flickered across his face as he lowered the book. 'Now that, I believe.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“You're drooling,' Cassian said to her, and Nesta went rigid.

'If there was anything enticing,' she hissed, entering the ring, 'it was seeing Azriel punch your face.'

Cassian motioned for her to get into her fighting stance. 'Keep telling yourself that, Nes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She'd selected a dagger and he'd grinned. Pointy end goes into your enemy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Why, Dain Aetos,' I grin and walk toward him, then grasp the door handle at his side. 'You've seen me in swimwear, tunics, and even ballgowns. Are you telling me it's the leather that does it for you?'

He scoffs, but there's a slight flush to his cheeks as his hands covers mine to open the door. 'Glad to see our year apart hasn't dulled your tongue, Vi.'

'Oh,' I toss over my shoulder as we walk into the hallway, 'I can do quite a few things with my tongue. You'd be impressed.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You doing all right with whatever is going on there?' Liam asks, startling me.

'And if I tell you I'm not sure?' I give him the same answer, my lips curving.

'I'd think you got yourself in over your head.' The look on his face is anything but teasing now.

'For someone who said he owns Xaden everything, that's not a glowing recommendation.' I drop my pack to the ground and roll the tense muscles of my shoulders. 'Don't turn into Dain on me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Not used to visiting the houses of commoners, awe we, Prince Nicholas?'

'I'm not a prince,' said Nicholas. 'Technically, I'm a very minor baron.'

'Excuse me, your majesty.'

'The correct honorific is my lord.'

'No,' said Esther. 'Not even as a joke.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“Not used to visiting the houses of commoners, are we, Prince Nicholas?'

'I'm not a prince,' said Nicholas. 'Technically, I'm a very minor baron.'

'Excuse me, your majesty.'

'The correct honorific is my lord.'

'No,' said Esther. 'Not even as a joke.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“But Brandoch Daha laughed, and answered him, “To nought else may I liken thee, O Juss, but to the sparrow-camel. To whom they said, ‘Fly,’ and it answered, ‘I cannot, for I am a camel’; and when they said, ‘Carry,’ it answered, ‘I cannot, for I am a bird.’ ”

“Wilt thou egg me on so much?” said Juss.

“Ay,” said Brandoch Daha, “if thou wilt be assish.”

“Wilt thou quarrel?” said Juss.

“Thou knowest me,” said Brandoch Daha.

“Well,” said Juss, “thy counsel hath been right once and saved us, for nine times that it hath been wrong, and my counsel saved thee from an evil end. If ill behap us, it shall be set down that it had from thy peevish will original.”
― E.R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros

“The awful reality of life is that kids can sometimes be ruthless toward one another. Kidding, teasing, taunting, and mocking with sadistic sarcasm, they have exterminated innumerable self-esteems. Some are more adept at Humiliation 101 than they are at math or science. It's a choice between homework and hassling a weaker member of the human race. And the latter often wins out. No wonder. It's much more fun to obliterate a person's already fragile self-image than it is to work fractions for some teacher who attended school with your grandmother. It's an art form, actually, with some kids as budding Rembrandts. Whether vocal or unspoken, direct or passive, it's always destructive. Like an arrow, the rejection a young person feels plunges deep within, causing a wound that can take decades to heal.”
― Jeff Kinley

“This is highly inappropriate,' I muttered.

His answering chuckle stroked my nerves in all the wrong- and right- ways. 'More inappropriate than you masquerading as a wholly different kind of maid at the Red Pearl?'

My jaw snapped shut so quickly and tightly, I was surprised I didn't crack a molar.

'Or more inappropriate than the night of the Rite, when you let me-'

'Shut up,' I hissed.

'I'm not done yet,' he said, his chest pressing against my back. 'What about sneaking off to fight the Craven on the Rise? Or that diary-?'

'I get your point, Hawke. Can you stop talking now?'

'You're the one who started this.'

'Actually, no, I did not.'

'What?' A low laugh left him. 'You said, and I quote, "this is wildly, grossly, irrefutably...'

'Did you just learn what an adverb is today? Because that is not what I said.'

Hawke sighed. 'Sorry.'

He didn't sound sorry about it at all.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I hate you.' I scrambled to fold myself back up into my blanket cocoon.

'See, that's the problem. You don't hate me.'

I had no response to that.

'You know what I think?'

'No. And I don't want to know.'

He ignored that. 'You like me.'

My brows knitted together as I stared out over the small clearing.

'Enough to be wildly inappropriate with me.' A pause. 'On multiple occasions.'

'Good gods, I'd rather freeze to death at this point.'

'Oh, right. We're pretending none of that happened. I keep forgetting.'

'Just because I don't bring it up every five minutes doesn't mean I'm pretending it didn't happen.'

'But bringing it up every five minutes is so much fun.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Do what you want.'
...
'That doesn't sound very exciting, do what you want.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Is that supposed to be some kind of gay joke, asshole?”
― Emery Lee

“You are quite demanding.' He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. 'I imagine a Princess to be demanding.'

'I am not demanding,' I stated. 'Get off me.'

He arched a brow. 'Really?'

'Telling you to move is not being demanding.'

'We'll have to disagree on that.' He paused. 'Princess.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“You shouldn't call me that.'

'Then what should I call you? A name, perhaps?'

'I'm... I'm no one,' I told him.

'No One? What a strange name. Do girls with a name like that often make a habit of wearing other people's clothing?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Watch your step. You trip and fall here, you're likely to take me out on your way down.'

I huffed. 'I won't trip.'

'But you just did.'

'That was a rarity.'

'Well, then, I feel honoured that I bore witness to it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I'm aware that my hair is in need of a trim, but your aim is off,' he said. 'You should really work on that since I've quite partial to my face.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“He raised his brows as his gaze travelled the length of my bare leg. 'Scandalous,' he murmured.

A growl of annoyance burst from me.

He laughed. 'And such dainty little slippers. Satin and silk? They're as finely tailored as your leg. The kind of slipper no guard of the Rise would wear.

How astute of him.

'Unless they are being outfitted differently than I am,' ...”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I'm sure it was one of the most important things to have happened to you in a long time.'

My eyes narrowed. 'You have an over-inflated sense of involvement in my life if you really think that.'

'I think I have a good grasp on just how much of a role I play in your life.'

'Doubtful,' I parroted back.

'I do wonder if you actually believe half the lies you tell.'

Tawny's gaze snapped back and forth between us.

'I am not lying, thank you very much.'

He smiled, showing off the dimple in his right cheek. 'Whatever you need to tell yourself, Princess.'

'Don't call me that!' I stomped my foot.

Hawke lifted an eyebrow. 'Did that make you feel good?'

'Yes! Because the only other option is to kick you.'

'So violent,' he chuckled.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Penellaphe.' He said my name with so much shock my eyes would've rolled if I weren't so incredibly mortified. 'This is... just scandalous reading material for the Maiden.'

'Shut up.'

'Very naughty,' he chided, shaking his head.

Annoyance hitting a record high, I lifted my chin. 'There's nothing wrong with my reading about love.'

'I didn't say there was.' Hawke looked at me. 'But I don't think what she is writing about has anything to do with love.'

'Oh, so you're an expert on this now?'

'More so than you, I imagine.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Give me back the journal.'

'But, of course.' He offered it and I snatched it out of his hand quickly, holding it to my chest. 'All you had to do was ask.'

'What?' My mouth dropped open. 'I have been asking.'

'Sorry.' He didn't sound sorry at all. 'I have selective hearing.'

'You are... You are the worst.'

'You got your words wrong.' Striding past me, he patted the top of my head. I lashed out, narrowly missing him. 'You meant, I'm the best.'

'I got my words right.'

'Come. I need to get you back before something other than your own foolishness puts you at risk.' He stopped by the door. 'And don't forget your book. I expect a summary of each chapter tomorrow.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I don't want you getting too cold, ' he added, his breath warm against my temple. He was so much taller, even sitting as straight as I was, my head still didn't reach his chin. 'I feel like that's an important part of my duty as your personal Royal Guard.'

'Is that what you're doing right now? Protecting me from the cold by pulling me into your lap?'

'Exactly.' His hand was against my side, the weight like a brand.

I stared at what I thought might be his throat. 'This is incredibly inappropriate.'

'More inappropriate than reading a dirty journal?'

'Yes,' I insisted, heat creeping into my face.

'No.' His deep chuckle rumbled through me. 'I can't even lie. This is inappropriate.'

'Then why?'

'Why?' His chin grazed the top of my head. 'Because I wanted to.'

I blinked once and then twice. 'And what if I didn't want to?'

Another chuckle sent an acute shiver through me. 'Princess, I'm confident that if you didn't want me to do something, I'd be lying flat on my back with a dagger at my throat before I even took my next breath. Even if you can't see an inch in front of you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Is this why you led me out here to this place?'

'What is this, Princess?'

'To be... inappropriate.'

'And why would I do that?' he asked, his voice dropping low as his hand touched my arm.

'Why? I think it's pretty obvious, Hawke. I'm sitting in your lap. I doubt that's how you normally hold innocent conversations with people.'

'Very rarely is anything I do innocent, Princess.'

'Shocker,' I muttered.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Ten.'

His brows knitted. 'What?'

'Ten times, you've called me Poppy.'

One side of his lips tipped up. The faintest trace of the dimple appeared. 'I like calling you that, but I like calling you Princess more.'

'Shocker.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“You're intriguing,' Hawke commented as Setti trotted ahead of Airrick.

'Intriguing is your favourite word,' I told him.

'It is when I'm around you.'

I let myself grin because no one was watching, and I wanted to. 'Why am I intriguing now?'

'When are you not intriguing?' he said. 'You aren't afraid of Descenters or Craven, but you're shuddering like a wet kitten at the mere mention of a barrat.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“You hit like you're angry with me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash