“Reordon,” a male voice came over the line.“Chris, it’s Marcus.”“Hey, man. How’s it going?”“Not that great. I wrecked my bike.”“Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa.”“That’s the one.”“Please tell me it’s just a scratch.”Marcus studied the wreckage. “I’m sure if you sort through the debris, one or two pieces will have scratches on them.”

“You still aren't screaming.""Is that the usual reaction you get when people realize you're, um...""Different? Yes, generally."Marcus stepped up beside him. "We also get shrieks, curses, pant wetting, bowels releasing"--Sarah grimaced--"religious recitations..."Her eyebrows rose. "Religious recitations?""You know--Get thee back, you, ah..." He nudged Roland. "What was it that priest called us?"Roland rolled his eyes. "Which one?""The one in London.""What century?""Eighteenth."Sarah's mouth fell open."The one with hair like Albert Einstein?""Yes.""Spawns of Satan.""Right." Adopting a raspy elderly man's voice, Marcus shook his fist at Sarah and intoned dramatically, "Get thee back, ye spawns of Satan. Return thee to the bowels of hell where ye belong!" Lowering his fist, he proceeded in a normal voice."Then he hurled numerous biblical versus at our heads as we walked away...But screaming is by far the most common reaction, from both men and women.”

“What did you think I would do? Ask her if I could braid her hair after we gave each other facials and painted our toenails? Marcus”

“Growling, Marcus put all of his strength behind his next swing, deflecting the blow meant to sever his head and snapping Roy's blade in two.Dumb ass. That's what happened when you puchased weapons off of cable shopping networks.”

“Listen closely, Sebastien Newcombe, ... I will only say this once. I understand the despair coursing through you. I understand the rage that is eating away at your insides like acid. If you want to lash out at me, you are welcome to do so...But if you ever give me reason to believe you have been anything less than kind to the woman who resides here, I will strike your head from your body and you will go down in history as the only immortal I have ever killed. Nod your head that you understand me.”

“I’m not antisocial. I just want to be left alone.” ~ Roland”

“What....are you high? You just told me my hair is beautiful.” Seth”