“(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)”

“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)”

“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)”

“Don’t, Cassandra. (Wulf)Oh, please. I just want to choke her for a few minutes. (Cassandra)”

“I take it that didn’t go well. (Cassandra)About like walking into a bear cave covered in honey. (Wulf)”

“Yeah, well, don’t worry about it. I’ve never met a Daimon yet I couldn’t take. (Wulf)Guess again, little brother. You just met one, and trust me, he’s not like any you’ve ever met before. He makes Desiderius look like a pet hamster. (Acheron)”