“No can do. Wren stays here. (Dev)Not what I was told. (Varyk)Well, I just told you. (Dev)”

“You really don’t want to take that tone with me. (Varyk)Well, I do have several others we can choose from. Contemptuous. Angry. Snide. Aggravated. How about I just settle on extreme sarcasm and we call it even? (Dev)”

“Are you calling me out? (Varyk)I’m calling you slow. Not out. (Dev)”

“And you don’t matter to me, table scrap. (Varyk)That feeling is entirely mutual, bear bait. Hell, I don’t even acknowledge you as being here. So get out and take your trash with you. (Dev)”

“I want the tigard. (Varyk)And I want you to leave. Guess who’s going to win this argument? And in case you’re even denser than you appear, it’s not you. (Dev)”

“Because if I don’t, Fang will die. (Aimee)Are you high? (Dev)No. (Aimee)C’mon, Aim, admit it. Heavy amounts of drugs are involved here. (Dev)”