“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?”

“You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing”

“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.”

“Oui, oui, he snapped with an obvious lack of awe. "Ding dong the demon's dead, now can we admireour delightful handiwork someplace where the ceiling is not about to cave in and your oh-so-handsomevampire is not about to become a dust bunny? (Levet)”

“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”

“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.”