" No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full of entreaty, as if he were saying: please, please let me come murder the molester with you. How do you say “no” to eyes like those? They are a magical combination of sex and puppy.
Better than it sounds, I promise. "

― Eliza Crewe , Crushed (Soul Eaters, #2)