“Like black, do you? (Cassandra)It serves its purpose. It’s hard to look intimidating in pastels. (Wulf)”
“You know the beauty of driving one of these? (Wulf)No. (Cassandra)You can swat a Daimon like a mosquito. (Wulf)Well, since they’re both bloodsucking insects, I say go for it. (Cassandra)”
“Look at his hair. He looks like his father. (Cassandra)He has your lungs. (Wulf)Oh, please! (Cassandra)Trust me. Every Apollite here knows that my parents were unmarried at my birth, and that if you survive the night, you plan on making me a eunuch. (Wulf)”
“(Looking at their son on ultrasound.)He looks like an angel. (Cassandra)I don’t know. I think he looks like a frog or something. (Wulf)”
“I’m protecting her. (Wulf)From? (Chris)Daimons. (Wulf)Big bad ones. (Cassandra)”
“Girls are like slugs—they probably serve some purpose, but it's hard to imagine what.”