“T'oublies un truc, cherie. C'est moi, le psychopathe du coin. - Clay Danvers”

“You forget, darling, I am the local psychopath." ~Clayton Danvers, Bitten”

“Xavier leaned forward. "Sarcasm aside, you don't need a guy like that, Elena. Maybe you think you do - only female werewolf and all that - but hell, I've seen what you can do - tied to a chair, up against a male werewolf. You can do that, you don't need some fucking psychopath like Clayton Danvers-"He stopped, noticing my gaze."He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" Xavier muttered."Uh-huh."Xaview tilted his head back, saw Clay, and disappeared. He reappeared on the opposite bench, pressed up against me. I looked over at him, eyebrow raised. He swore under his breath and teleported to the far end of the other bench. Then he stood and turned to Clay."You must be-""The fucking psychopath," Clay said."Er, right, but I meant that in the most respectful way. Believe me, I have the utmost regard for, uh...""Raging lunatics," I said.Xavier shot me a glare."Oh sit down," I said. "He didn't bring his chain saw.”

“Preferirei chiedere un passaggio allo psicopatico del villaggio."Clay ha ghignato di nuovo. "Dimentichi che sono io lo psicopatico del villaggio, darling.”

“About Daniel: Two, he hates Clay*Five, he really hates Clay.*Nine, he really, really, REALLY hates Clay.”

“You forget, darling.I am the local psychopath.”

“Uh-uh" Clay drawled above me, "Elena's played with you long enough, Its my turn”