" I expect a full night's sleep from you, followed by a recitation of your poisons in the morning, in order of toxicity."
"My poison?"
In spite of his pain and drug-induced haze, Scythe Faraday smiled. "Yes, your poisons. Are you my apprentice or not?"
Citra couldn't help but smile right back at him. "Yes, Your Honor, I am. "

― Neal Shusterman , Scythe (Arc of a Scythe, #1)