" Have you been in a fight? No, let me guess; you saved a wounded dog, again?” I said dryly. That was the excuse he’d used last time. “I had a nosebleed.” “Nosebleed, my petunia.” “Petunia?” “Ass, Barrons. As in you are one. "

― Karen Marie Moning , Faefever (Fever, #3)