“Chris would disagree with you. (Wulf)I think Chris would disagree with a signpost. (Cassandra)”

“I’m protecting her. (Wulf)From? (Chris)Daimons. (Wulf)Big bad ones. (Cassandra)”

“I’ll go and help. (Chris)What are we supposed to do with you, Chris? Lob you at them? (Wulf)”

“It’s a sun lamp. I thought you might be tired of your pasty-pale complexion. (Chris)Christopher, I happen to be a Viking in the middle of winter in Minnesota. Lack of a deep tan goes with the whole Nordic territory. Why do you think we raided Europe anyway? (Wulf)Because it was there? (Chris)No, we wanted to thaw out. (Wulf)”

“And yet you live. (Wulf)Ever the better to procreate for you. It’s a hell of a life. (Chris)”

“Cassandra sat on the floor with Chris and Kat, playing Life. They had tried to play Trivial Pursuit earlier only to learn that a Dark-Hunter and an immortal handmaiden to a goddess had a decidedly unfair advantage over Cassandra and Chris. In Life, the only thing that mattered was luck.’ (Cassandra)”