"Breakfast time," he said eventually, casually - to prove, I’m sure, that he remembered all my human frailties.
So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face.
“Kidding!” I snickered. “And you said I couldn’t act!”
He frowned in disgust. “That wasn’t funny.”
“It was very funny, and you know it.” But I examined his gold eyes carefully, to make sure that I was forgiven. Apparently, I was.
― Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Chapter 15. The Cullens. Page: 314-315 (via twilighttforeverr)