Quotes About Roarke

Man.God.Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

Eve: Anyway, thanks for riding to the rescue. You need a white hat. Good guys wear white, right? Roarke: I look better in black.

Roarke had to force himself not to snatch her up as she swept through the hallowed Senate halls. Members of the media were already leaping toward her, but she cut through them as if they weren't there. "I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas," he said when they'd fought their way to the car. "I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am.

Assaulting an officer will earn you one to five, Roarke. That's in a cage, not cushy home detention. You're not wearing your badge. Or anything else, for that matter. He gave her a friendly nip on the chin. Be sure to put that in your report.

EVE: I have work to do. ROARKE: I know but it can wait. I have something to show you. EVE: In the bedroom? She looks Roarke up and down. I've seen it. It's nice I might take time to play with it later. ROARKE: You're to good to me.

At least this time, with this murder, she knew he had an alibi. At the time Cicely Towers was having her throat slashed, Roarke had been fucking the hell out of the investigating officer.

Eve)Hold on. You have to give them a gift for moving? Uh-huh. Plus they're shacking, so it should be a couple thing. She (Mavis) ate another canape, fed on to Leonardo. Why does there have to be a gift for every damn thing? Eve complained. Retail conspiracy. Roarke patter her knee. I bet it is, Eve said darkly. I just bet it is.

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat. Peabody mopped at her face. Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why. With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. I'll buy you a dozen, precious. Cannolis, for God's sake.

You're the husband? the doctor asked with a nod to Roarke. Yes. How is she? Spitting mad—I think she has some very ominous plans for you. And if you happen to be Peabody, you're in on them. She's okay. Peabody let out a gush of air. That's great.

I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas, he said when they'd fought their way to the car. I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am.-Roarke

Tag Feeney, Eve ordered when she was behind the wheel. Have him run like crimes in and around London. It would be my honor, Mrs. Lieutenant Dallas Roarke. At Eve's burning look, Peabody only grinned. Sorry. I just had to do it once. I'm over it.

Roarke had to deal with her moods. It was in the marriage rules.

Eve: Where's Mister Scary? Roarke: Summerset has the night off. Eve: You mean the house is Summerset-free? Damn shame we have to waste it with work.

Her brows lifted as his hands got busy on her butt. I'm on duty, Roarke. Your hands are currently rubbing the ass of a working cop. That only makes it more exciting. He shifted to nibble her neck. Want to break a few laws?

Eve – Where's my ice-cream? Roarke – You didn't behave so there'll be none for you. Eve – That's just mean.

You seem to have found a stored pocket of energy. I am reborn! Cackling, she whirled around, pushed off with her toes and leaped on him. Let's have monkey sex, she said as she wrapped her legs around Roarke's waist. Well, if you insist. It so happens I have a pint of very nice chocolate sauce in the parlor. You're kidding. One never kids about monkey sex with chocolate sauce.

She set the tray down on the table in the sitting area -- which instantly perked up Galahad's ears. Roarke simply pointed a warning finger that had the cat shooting up a leg to wash as if a morning ablution had been his only intention.

Roarke called here about a half an hour before you showed up." "He did?" "Real casual like. Asked about the baby, like that. I may not have seen it if I hadn't been looking, because he's just that good. But you're not the only one bleeding tonight.

Two different primaries, she continued, striding around the office. Two different cops, and both of them fucked up the case. What are they using to train them in Chicago -- old videos of the Three Boobs? I think that's Stooges, Roarke remarked. What? He glanced up, focused fully on her, and smiled at the absolute baffled fury on her face. Stooges, darling. The Three Stooges. What's the difference, they're still incompetent knot-heads.

She considered, as she never had, that she could install Roarke's real and excellent blend in the break room. But then she rejected the notion as temporarily sentimental. You just didn't go around breaking tradition of bad cop break-room coffee because you felt good about having good cops under your command. Besides, they'd lose the fun of sneaking in and stealing it from her AutoChef. Who was she to spoil their good time?

propped up a little as her eyes adjusted. She hardly ever got to watch Roarke sleep. Most of the time he rose before she did. And sleep for her tended to be wandering in lucid, often disturbing dreams

Roarke bulled his way through Central as he'd bulled his way through downtown traffic, carving away the distance to Eve with single-minded focus. He didn't think his heart had beat since Eve's face blinked off his 'link screen.