“You're mad," the fallen angel said."Get me some Alka Seltzer and I'll foam at the mouth, too.”
“So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms."I'm not fallen," he said roughly."Then what are you?"He shrugged. "Busted.”
“Well, fallen angel. Now you're quite ruined," she said, reverting to the formal you. "No, aren't you afraid? Well, goodbye! You'll get back on your own, right?”
“You're distracting,' I said truthfully.'I won't be. I promise,' Noah said. 'I'll get some crayons and draw quitely. Alone. In a corner.”
“YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.”
“You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]”