" What do you think of Raven?”
“I thought we had to be quiet.” Shea was looking in every direction for bats.
“The bats know we are here, Shea, but there is no need to fear them. I will keep them away from you.” He spoke calmly as if it was an everyday occurrence to control the movements of bats. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck as much in reassurance as to prevent her from fleeing. His thumb caressed her satin skin, found her pounding pulse, and stroked gently, soothingly.
“Raven seems very nice, even if she’s married to another wild man like you.” She probably has lousy taste, just like me. She tacked the thought on deliberately.
“What does that mean?” He tried to sound indignant, to keep her talking, to help her sustain her sense of humor. Jacques appreciated her courage and her unfailing determination to keep up her end, no matter how difficult it was on her.
“It means she can’t have much sense. That man is dangerous, Jacques, even if he is your brother. And the healer is positively scary.”
“Did you think so?”
“Didn’t you? He smiled and talked so gently and calmly, but did you ever look into his eyes? It’s evident he feels no emotion whatsoever. "

― Christine Feehan , Dark Desire (Dark, #2)