“I can’t believe I’m mated to someone who’s allergic to me. (Ravyn)You? I’m the one who should be having a hissy. How do I introduce you to people? Hi, this is my…what? Significant other? Mate? Pet? (Susan)”

“And they choose our mates. (Ravyn)So what do they do? Jump here on earth, tap you on the shoulder, and say, ‘Hey, bub, marry her’? (Susan)”

“Why must every relationship I have be so damned impossible? (Ravyn)Hey now, defeatist talk from a catman like you? I’m the one who should be freaking out here. I mean, damn, you could give me fleas or something. (Susan)”

“I’m assuming those are Daimons. (Susan)No, they’re Avon ladies. (Ravyn)”

“I mumble hocus-pocus and the next thing you know, I’m a cat. (Ravyn)I suppose it’s a step up. The last guy I had in my house could only turn into a beer-drinking pig. (Susan)”

“You know the legend. Stab them in the heart and they’ll die. (Ravyn)Call me Buffy. I’m even blond, but don’t ask me to wear a halter top. Or corset. (Susan)”

“For a woman who can handle herself so well in a fight, I can’t believe you got taken out by a defenseless doorjamb. (Ravyn)Given the size of my goose egg, I would argue the defenseless part. That doorjamb has a mean left hook.(Susan)”