" Whatever is going on up there”—Emma tapped his forehead—“will only ever hurt me if it drives you to harm yourself.” Arching a brow, she gave him a stern look. “And if that ever happens, I’m telling you right now that I’m going to paddle your ass and give those voices a stern talking to.”
Relieved that she wasn’t angry, Cliff drew her into a tight hug and buried his face in her hair. “Damn, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Snuggling into him, she released a contented sigh. “But I’m dead serious about paddling your ass.”
Cliff laughed. "
― Dianne Duvall , Cliff's Descent (Immortal Guardians, #11)