“He walks in daylight. But, like a demon, he’s weaker then. He seems to have the powers of a god, but no followers. What would you call him? (Xypher)I wouldn’t call him anything that didn’t make him deliriously happy. (Simone)”

“And you are? (Xypher)Pissed off. You wrecked my car, shoved me around, and are a complete and utter dickhead! (Simone)Dear God, what a mouthful – your mom must have really wanted a son. Mind if I call you ‘Pissed’ for short? The rest of that is just too much to say every time I want your attention. (Xypher)”

“Your father wasn’t a positive influence on you, was he? (Simone)Being the god of nightmares, he wasn’t a warm fuzzy bunny. Unless you count Happy Bunny. Amazingly the two of them have a lot in common…And I have to say that I’ve developed a fondness for that pissy rodent. (Xypher)”

“Zeus is the king, right? (Simone)He thinks he is most days. Personally, I think he’s a pompous ass who should be bitch-slapped by Hera at least once in his existence. (Xypher)”

“Are we going to debate philosophy or should I just kiss and make up with the demon now? Let it get a good shot at your throat so it can rip it out? (Xypher)Put him down mercifully. (Kat)Yes, Queenie. I’ll make sure and use a cushioned blade. (Xypher)”

“Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher)That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)”

“He would remember their kiss forever. She wouldn’t recall him at all.’ (Wulf)”