“Lucille certainly picked a fine time to leave us, didn’t he? I just wish our only problem was four hungry children and a crop in the field. (Danger)You know, your sarcasm isn’t helping anymore than your bizarre and scattered references to literature and bad country songs. (Alexion)Not true, it’s helping me maintain a calm facade that I most definitely do not feel. (Danger)Well, it’s starting to piss me off. (Alexion)Ooo, you almost scare me when you say that.”

“You know, those parlor tricks would be much more impressive if they actually helped me. (Danger) I wanted to see what you had in you. (Alexion) Piss and vinegar. Next time you don’t help me, I’ll unleash it fully against you. (Danger)”

“So what name would you rather I call you? she asked as she headed out of the parking lot. Ias or Alexion. He gave her a devilish grin that set fire to her hormones. I would rather you call me lover. He wagged his eyebrows playfully at her. Danger rolled her eyes. Like all men with a onetrack mind, he was incorrigible. Don't blame me, Alexion said in an almost offended tone. I can't help it. You should see the way you fight. It really turned me on. Could you tell me how to turn you off? -Danger and Alexion”

“How did you fastforward and turn it off? (Danger)I wanted it off and off it went. (Alexion)Wow, that’s amazing. I guess this makes me the luckiest woman in the world. (Danger)How so? (Alexion)I’ve found the only man alive who won’t ever shout out, ‘honey, where’s the remote?’ then tear my house apart in pursuit of it. (Danger)”

“Look, I don’t want to stand here and watch you commune with ‘other.’ It’s been a long night, my brain is fried and my emotions shot. You can stay here and do your hocus-pocus cat prowl, looking for your invisible friends all you want. I’m going to head off to my media room and veg. (Danger) If you need me, call. (Alexion) Yeah, I’ll just do that when I need the great big, hulking he-man to charge in and save my weak, girly butt. (Danger)”

“What are you? (Danger) Well, had you listened before you stabbed me, you would have heard the ‘I’m Acheron’s Squire’ part. Apparently that somehow escaped your hearing and you mistook me for a pin cushion. (Alexion) ”