“Don’t you two girls have something better to do, like pick out toe lint? (Acheron)”

“So what do wolves do to date?” Nick asked.“We don’t date,” Vane said. “When a woman is in season, we fight for her and then she picks who mounts her.”Nick gaped. “Are you kidding? You don’t have to buy her dinner? You mean you don’t even have to talk to her?” He turned to Acheron. “Dayam, Ash, make me a wolf.”

“A monster. I despise my true form. (Acheron)I can’t imagine why. Other than killing me, you were actually cute in a very Papa Smurf kind of way. (Tory)Papa Smurf? I don’t look like Papa Smurf. (Acheron)No, baby, you don’t at all. You look like sex on a stick. Now is your ego all better? (Tory)”

“Dude! Put a bell on. You don't walk up on a brother like that and scare the crap out of him. (Nick)Sorry. Didn't realize you scared like a little girl. (Acheron)”

“If you can fight, you don’t have to fight. And you don’t have to cower. And girls like that, whatever they say.”

“Don’t play that game with me, Acheron. Tell me what I need to know! (Xypher)Nice tone. We should rent you out to record Halloween albums. (Acheron)”