" And you look weak as a kitten.’ ‘Do I?’ Myrnin asked, and smiled slowly. It had a sharp edge of lunacy to it. He made a purring sound low in his throat. ‘Do try to pet me, then. You can report back how sharp my claws might be, once your throat grows back.’ ‘Fool.’ ‘Narrow roundhead.’ ‘You thieving, insolent Taffy—’ ‘Enough!’ Claire shouted, "

― Rachel Caine , Fall of Night (The Morganville Vampires, #14)