“I have your word?”“You trust my word?”“You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.”

“It leaned forward, elbows on its knees, all amusement vanishing from its features, leaving its chiseled visage quietly regal, dignified. "I give you my word, Gabrielle O'Callaghan," it said softly. "I will protect you.""Right. The word of the blackest fairy, the legendary liar, the great deceiver," she mocked. How dare it offer its word like it might actually mean something?A muscle leapt in its jaw. "That is not all I have been, Gabrielle. I have been, and am, many things.""Oh, of course, silly me, I left out consummate seducer and ravager of innocence.”

“I want us to be... what is your word? Friends.""Psychotic rapists don't have friends.""I was unaware you were a psychotic rapists or I would not have offered."(Mac & V'lane)”

“Make no mistake, Ms. Lane, I didn’t rape you. You can lie there on your pretty littleP.C. ass and claim with your idealistic little P.C. arguments that any violation of your willis rape and that I’m a big, bad bastard, and I’ll tell you that you’re full of shit, and you’veobviously never been raped. Rape is much, much worse. Rape isn’t something you walkaway from. You crawl.”

“He shakes me."Say my name.""No.""Damn it,would you just cooperate?""I do not know that word,'cooperate.'""Obviously,"he growls."I think you make up words.""I do not make up words.""Do,too.""Do not.""Too.""Not."I laugh"Woman you make me crazed,"he mutters.We do this often.Get into childish arguments.He is stubborn,my beast.”

“Why have you chosen to spare me?” “I want us to be…what is your word? Friends.” “Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.” “I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered.” “Ha.” I’d set myself up for that one.”

“Stay the fuck out of my head!"Fuck. There's a word I understand."Yes, please.”