“(He went to Tory and with one more push, his son slid into his hands. For a full minute, he couldn’t breathe as he stared at the tiniest, most perfect creature he’d ever seen in his life.) “Is it a smurf?” - Tory”

“Even if he doesn’t eat, he knows the cookies. I’ll bet his mother stuffed him full as a kid. (Tory)Not really. My mom wasn’t the Betty Crocker kind. (Acheron)(Not unless it involved napalm or plagues.)”

“Stop the pain.” – Tory“You know I can’t.” – Acheron“Fine. But next time you’re the one who’s doing labor duty. I get to sit there and hold your hand.” – Tory(And again he laughed. She glared at him.) “You have no sense of self preservation, do you?” – Tory”

“I don’t want any more insults. I’d like to experience three whole minutes in your presence before you lay into me again…and we really should make sure the tools are all locked up. (Acheron)(He pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at his watch.)Let me start timing… (Acheron)(She opened her mouth to respond, but he held his hand up.)Wait for it. We got two minutes and fifty-give seconds to go. (Acheron)I’m not that bad. (Tory)Yeah…you’re not standing in my shoes. (Acheron)And judging by the ungodly size of them, I don’t think there are many people who could. (Tory)We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we just set a new record. (Acheron)”

“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)”

“Please, Achimou? (Tory)You are the only being who’s ever called me that. (Acheron)Well, I’d call you babycakes, but I think that might offend you even more. (Tory)”

“Should we start making preparations here? (Tory)Punk-ass won’t come to my island! He knows better. You don’t tap on the Devil’s shoulder unless you’re willing to dance to his tune. (Savitar)”