"You could have done it for yourself. Of course, you wouldn't have been the best at it, would you? And that wouldn't be enough. I guess Pryde does suit you." He stayed still this time and smiled again, in a way that on Jonah would have been sweet. On Seth it was anything but.
"Sean has plenty to do with you. My God. He has no idea how 'innocent' you really are--although not all that innocent. I can see all those hormonal thoughts circling through your head. You want him to kiss you. You want him to hold you--touch you." He said all of this with exactly as much amusement as he viewed it, amusement and deep contempt. "How...cute."
"No healthy teenaged boy wants a little girl, Kitty. Grow up. He sees someone he could fuck." Seth says 'fuck' with clinical precision, a sharp, cutting word like a scalpel. "Oh, you'll string him along for a while, but men have needs, and when that's too scary you'll leave him."