“Asking Jean-Claude not to be a pain in the ass was like asking rain not to be wet. Why try?”

“She doesn't understand what she's asking, Jean-Claude said.No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather thy and fail than regret having never tried at all.”

“No 'Good evening, Jean-Claude, how are you doing?' Just down to business. How terribly rude,ma petite ."- Jean-Claude”

“Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death."- Jean-Claude”

“Why is everything always my decision?" I asked.Because you will not tolerate anything else."Oh, I remembered now. "Great", I whispered.- Anita to Jean-Claude”

“I am always sincere, ma petite, even when I lie." - Jean Claude”

“His dark blue shirt was plastered to his chest, covered with werewolf goop and tears. "Now we both need a bath," I said."That can be arranged.""Please, Jean-Claude, no sexual innuendo until after I'm clean.""Of course, MA PETITE. It was crude of me tonight. My apologies."I stared at him. He was being far too nice. Jean-Claude was a lot of things, but nice wasn't one of them."If you're up to something, I don't want to know about it. I can't handle any deep, dark plots tonight, okay?"He smiled and gave a low, sweeping bow, never taking his eyes off me. The way you bow on the judo mat when you're afraid the person may pound you if you look away.I shook my head. He WAS up to something. Nice to know that not everyone had suddenly become something else. One thing I could always depend on what Jean-Claude. Pain in the ass that he was, he always seemed to be there. Dependable in his own twisted way. Jean-Claude dependable? I must have been more tired than I thought.”