“Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she gritted. "The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?”

“This is a private home.""And?""And I can't enter without an invitation." She jerked her head up. "You're kidding me?""No.""You don't live in a crypt and you can't turn into a bat, but you have to have an invitation to enter a house?" Abby hissed.A reluctant amusement softened the flat eyes. "You wanted me to be vampirish.""Not when it's inconvenient.”

“Do you have to skulk about like that?""No, I don't suppose I have to skulk about.... I simply enjoy doing so.""Well, it's a very vulgar habit.”

“Blood hell, what happened to you?" - DanteThe dark wisard and I had a mild disagreement." -ViperWhat sort of disagreement?" -DanteI thought he should be dead and he disagreed." -Viper”

“I don't know what your damage is, but in case you've failed to notice,we're in a bit of trouble here. Can you focus on something other than trying to get into my pants?" His lips curled. " I can multitask.”

“Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?""I was imagining it was Evor.""Strange that they do not resemble each other.""I have a good imagination.""Ah, in that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt?”

“I hate to interrupt such a touching scene but those hellhounds are not going to wait for you two to play kissey face. So, unless you intend to nail a chunk of roast beef to my butt and have me run around as a distraction, I would suggest we prepare for battle." Pg. 113-114”