“You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]”
“So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms."I'm not fallen," he said roughly."Then what are you?"He shrugged. "Busted.”
“I've just fallen in love with you. What is your name, and please tell me you're gay?”
“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?”
“At first it appeared as if something with wings had fallen from above... perhaps an angel who had faltered then drowned, in tears of this poor tired world.”
“You're right, I haven't walked in your shoes. But you haven't walked in mine, either.”