“And speaking of scary things, I need to leave. My guides are fading even as we speak. (Talon)I hate when you commune with the dead in front of me. (Kyrian)Are you the asshole who sent the 'I See Dead People' T-shirt to me? (Talon)That would be Wulf. (Kyrian)”

“You know, if I were a negative person, I would be seriously annoyed right now. (Talon)You sound annoyed to me. (Wulf)No, this isn’t annoyed. This is mild perturbance. Besides, you should see these guys. ‘Hey, Gorgeous George, I think I smell a Dark-Hunter.’ ‘Oh no, Dick, don’t be a dick. There’s no Dark-Hunter here.’ ‘I dunno…’ ‘Wait, I smell tourist. Tourist with big…strong soul.’ (Talon)Would you stop? (Wulf)Talk about inkblots. (Talon)”

“You don’t like Talon, do you? (Sunshine)Wish him dead every time I see him. (Zarek)I can’t tell if you mean that or not. (Sunshine)I mean it. (Zarek)Why? (Sunshine)He’s an asshole and I’ve had enough assholes in my life. (Zarek)”

“Ah, man. (Talon)What? (Wulf)Friggin’ Fabio alert. (Talon)Hey, you’re not too far from the mark either, blondie. (Wulf)Bite me, Viking. (Talon)”

“Didn't I tell you not to touch the Lamborghini? (Kyrian)(Hunter groused an instant before he cut the wheel and sent the vampire flying through the air.)And they told me you guys couldn't fly. (Kyrian)”

“Talon snorted down at Tre. “Wow. That's almost genius, Betty. Got anything else for us before we head out?” Tre reached out and shoved Talon's shoulder. “Quit calling me Betty. So what if I like to bake. I don't see you turning down my red velvet cupcakes, asshole.”