“Never mind what my name is,” the man said. “No one can pronounce it anyway. Just call me Sir.”

“My name is Meow. At least that’s what my cat calls me. But you can call me after nine.”

“Sit down, Will. There’s a good fellow,” he said.“Yes, sir,” replied Will, and Halt’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.“He’s never called me sir,” he said.“Probably trying to get on my good side,” Crowley replied.Halt nodded savagely. “Probably.”

“Go away,” he said. “Do you know you’ve almost no clothes on?” “Never mind. I need—” “Never mind? Listen to me, Miss Innocence. There are many things a man can ‘never mind.’ A nearly naked woman isn’t one of them.”

“Oh, it makes SUCH a difference. It LOOKS so much nicer. When you hear a name pronounced can't you always see it in your mind, just as if it was printed out? I can; and A-n-n looks dreadful, but A-n-n-e looks so much more distinguished. If you'll only call me Anne spelled with an E I shall try to reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia.”

“In heaven's name be a man, sir! Your pitiful whining sickens me!”