“Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher)That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)”
“Are you okay? (Simone)No, I’m in ecstasy. I blew straight past okay the minute you touched me. (Xypher)”
“You’re not a morning person, are you? (Simone)I’m a Dream-Hunter/demon. By my very nature I’m nocturnal. That big yellow ball in the sky offends me to the very core of my being. (Xypher)”
“What made you so unforgiving? (Simone)Be grateful that you have the luxury of asking me that question. Pray to whatever god you worship that you’ll always be ignorant. (Xypher)”
“Fine,” Kyle said. “I’m a werewolf. I’m not part of a pack, but I do have an alliance. Have you heard of the Praetor Lupus?”“I’ve heard of lupus,” said Simon. “Isn’t it a kind of disease?”
“What happened to you? (Sin)Was mistaken for a punching bag again. But what the hell, I’m used to it. (Xypher)”