“If I let her in I'm doomed. It's like inviting a vampire into your house. Once you've invite them in, that's it, you're good as dead!”

“Cops, I've learned, are like vampires; they can't come in unless you invite them.”

“I hate these affairs", he'd told her once, tearing up an engraved invitation to an exclusive charity ball. "They're the worst kind of discrimination. An invitation doesn't really mean that you're invited; it means that a whole lot of people aren't”

“I entered his apartment without being invited, which is perfectly fine if you're not a vampire.”

“I'm going to talk to her.""And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!”

“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.”