“Don’t give me that pseudo quasi psychobabble bullshit, Ash. I’m tired, I had my ass kicked, I’m still worried about Cassandra, Erik, and Chris, and I really feel like shit. Just once in eternity, answer one fucking question. (Wulf)I will not tamper with free will or fate, Wulf. Not for you, not for anything. There is no power on this earth or beyond that could make me do such a thing. (Acheron)”

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

“Has Wulf explained his little problem to you?"Cassandra's eyes widened as she tried to think of what 'little' problem Wulf could possibly have.Unconsciously, her gaze dropped to his groin."Hey!" Wulf snapped. "That has never been my problem. That's his problem.""Bullshit!" Chris snapped. "I haven't got any problems there either. My only problem is you yenting at me all the time to get laid."Oh, Cassandra really didn't want to go where this conversation was leading. It was way too much information about both men.”

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

“How did you know Cassandra was the mother? (Wulf)I know lots of things when I apply myself. (Acheron)”

“Why can’t you ever answer a simple question? (Wulf)Ask me a simple question and you will get a simple answer. (Acheron)”