He grinned, his mood changing from serious to wicked in an instant. "Why, I'm all of those things and more."
I shook my head. Ian was more proud of his depravity than anyone I'd met, but if he helped me pull Bones out from under four bespelled vampires and one demonically-enhanced vamp, I'd shower him with prostitutes and porn while swearing he was an angel.
Home for the Holidays by Jeaniene Frost