“Really? So you brought home a vampire? Cool. (Starla)I’m not a vampire. (Talon)’Not exactly,’ he said earlier. What’s not exactly a vampire? (Sunshine)A werewolf. With his aura, it makes sense. Wow, Sunny, you found yourself a werewolf. (Starla)I’m not a werewolf. (Talon)What a pity. You know, when you live in New Orleans, you expect to meet the undead or damned at least once in a while. (She looked back to Sunshine.) You think we should move? Maybe if we lived over by Anne Rice we might catch sight of a vampire or werewolf. (Starla)I’d be happy to see a zombie. (Sunshine)Oh, yeah. You know, your dad said he saw one out on the bayou right before we got married. (Starla)That was probably the peyote, Mom. (Sunshine)Oh. Good point. (Starla)”

“Hey, Sunshine, your friend’s awake. What’s his name? (Starla)I don’t know, Starla. I didn’t ask. (Sunshine)You look like a Steve. Are you hungry, Steve? (Starla)”

“Sunshine, I... Starla's voice broke off as she entered the room and caught sight of him standing naked in the corner. She eyed him in an odd, detached way, as if he were an interesting piece of furniture.Talon and modesty were strangers, but the way she stared at him made him damned uncomfortable. In spite of the sunlight, Talon grabbed the pink blanket off the bed and clutched it to his middle.You know, Sunshine, you need to find a man like that to marry. Someone so well hung that even after three or four kids, he'd still be wall to wall.Talon gaped.Sunshine laughed. "Starla, you're embarrassing him.”

“You know, you say ‘not exactly’ a lot. You’re not exactly a vampire. You’re not exactly from Scotland, and you’re allergic to daylight. What else? (Sunshine)I hate bran muffins and grass. (Talon)”

“You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.”

“Vampires? You think vampires are real? Seriously?""The werewolf is asking me if I believe in vampires?”