“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”

“Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and I‘ll give you the bloody thing.”

“And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her”

“And here we go. She's bristling and my hackles go up. Bloody hell, I feel fangs coming on. Tell you what, Ms. Lane," Barrons said softly, "Anytime you want to have a conversation with me, leave the myriad issues you have with wanting to fuck me every time you look at me outside my cave, come on in, and see what you find. You might like it.”

“The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you?I'm asking the questions tonight.If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.”

“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”