“What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?”

“Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly.Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.”

“Viper: "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement."Dante: "What sort of disagreement?"Viper: "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.”

“Even if there was such a thing as a half-price sale at the local Ming outlet shop, she would have to work ten lifetimes to make up such a sum. Always supposing that it wasn't one of a kind.Panic was no longer merely rearing. It was thundering through her at full throttle.There was only one thing to be done, she realized. The mature, responsible, adult thing to do.Hide the evidence.”

“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.”

“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)”