“He recoils at the sight of me. Are they suppose to do that?”

“Curran looked at me. “What the hell was I supposed to do, catch the werebison as he was falling?”

“Dain wasn't certain what exactly was wrong with her, but he had no doubt that something was. He was Lord Beelzebub, wasn't he? She was supposed to faint, or recoil in horrified revulsion at the very least. Yet she had gazed at him as bold as brass, and it had seemed for a moment as though the creature were actually flirting with him.”

“She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.”

“No!" He recoiled. "You and I are finished.""Son..." I started.But he rounded on me. "Do you think me so soft that calling me son might change my mind? How long did you sit on this information? Or am I to believe you only discovered it now? My mother's blood may stain another's hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does, he does by your command.”

“and he smiled when he saw me, as if just the sight of me had improved his day.”