" He gives me a grim smile. 'You'd probably make a coin purse out of my balls.'

'Nah,' I say lightly, like his rejection doesn't sting. 'I'd want something big enough to carry more than five-cent pieces.'

His smile slowly widens, and he draws me closer. 'Don't push your luck, *Gaby*. This resolve of mine is pretty fragile. "

― Paula Weston , Shadows (The Rephaim, #1)