" I like her,” Sanya rumbled in his deep, half-swallowed accent. “She is so tiny and fierce. I don’t suppose she knows how to—” “Sanya,” Michael said, his voice very firm. “We have talked about this.” The dark-skinned Russian sighed and shrugged. “It could not hurt to ask.” “Sanya.” He lifted both hands in a gesture of surrender, grinning, and fell silent. The "

― Jim Butcher , Small Favor (The Dresden Files, #10)