Dammit, woman, you read my mind,“ he said. “Is there no filthy wordplay you can't foresee?"
“It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts."
“So, ninety-five percent of the time."
She craned her head back to look up at him.
“Ninety-five percent? What's the other five percent?"
“Oh, you know, the usual demons I might kill, runes I need to learn, people who've annoyed me recently, people who've annoyed me not so recently, ducks.

Autor: Cassandra Clare