“Damn, all I wanted was a drink of coffee and one little beignet. Coffee… Daimons… Coffee…Daimons. (Talon)I think in this case the Daimons better win. (Wulf)Yeah, but it’s chicory coffee. (Talon)Talon wanting to be toasted by Acheron for failure to protect humans. (Wulf)”

“Talon glanced wistfully at his drink as he debated what should take priority. 'Coffee… Daimons… Coffee… Daimons…”

“You know, Talon, killing a soul-sucking Daimon without a good fight is like sex without foreplay. A total waste of time and completely un…satisfying. (Wulf)”

“That’s not fair. (Talon)I’m not paid to be fair. I’m paid to kick Daimon ass. (Acheron)”

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

“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)”

“Do you have any coffee? (Talon)Ew! No, that stuff will kill you. I have herbal teas, though. (Sunshine)Herbal teas? That’s mulch, not a beverage. (Talon)”