James Herondale: D-dd...da...d
James: Demon Pox
Gabriel: No one expects Will Herondale to live past nineteen, and no one will be sorry to see him go, either -
Tessa: What a thing to say!
Gabriel: Pardon me?
Tessa: You heard me. Telling someone you wouldn't be sorry if they died! It's inexcusable! Come along, Will. This - this person - obviously isn't worth wasting your time on.
Will: So true.
Tessa: I think you owe Will an apology.
Gabriel: I would rather have my entrails yanked out and tied in a knot in front of my own eyes than apologize to such a worm.
Jem: Goodness, you can't mean that. Not the Will being a worm part, of course. The bit about the entrails. That sounds dreadful.