“But I tell you this, that man is certainly a devil out to ruin some poor woman this night. (Felicity)Well, if he be the devil, you can chain me to his throne anytime. (Heather)”
“You can know a man by his devils and the way he gives hurts.”
“What can I say? You bring out the devil in me.”“That’s not a comforting thing to tell a pastor’s daughter,”
“Well, let me tell you, gentlemen, the games of the devil are not restricted to those confined to hell. Others can play them.”
“Deals with the devil, Ms. Lane, never go well. That‘s a given. You will not make one again. Do you understand me? If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will!" He glared at me. I rattled my chains. "Wrists. Beam. Chained already, Barrons. Come up with a new threat." I glared back.”
“When you dance with the devil, it might as well be a devil who can give you your own corner of hell to rule.”