“See how exciting Anthropology is? He’s a leading expert in ancient Greece. Now you should all change your majors so that you can ogle men like him all day long. Or better yet, uncover naked male statues. (Tory)Was that necessary? (Acheron)Hey, I live to recruit students for the department. If I can make you good for something, then by golly I’m going to do it. (Tory)”

“What else can I do to piss you off? (Acheron)You can leave me. (Tory)I would never do that, Tory. No one can live without their heart and that’s what you are to me. (Acheron)”

“Shut up, sit down, and read. (Tory)Please? (Acheron)You need something? (Tory)You to be polite to me, Ms. I Own The World- Now Do What I Say You Pathetic Pleb. (Acheron)You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who takes orders anyway. (Tory)Yes, but a simple please goes a long way. I’m the one doing you a favor here. (Acheron)Fine. Please sit down, shut up, and read. (Tory)”

“Yeah. Just keep the live feed going so that I can see it and pretend I’m there, too. (Tory)Yes, my queen. Anything else you’d like? (Geary)A million dollars and Brad Pitt. (Tory)You forgot world peace. (Geary)I’m feeling a bit selfish today. Teenage hormonal overdose, I think. Or just general excitement. (Tory)”

“All that matters to me is the man in front of me right now. (Tory)I’m not a man, Soteria. (Acheron)I know. But if you think your godhood excuses you from putting the toilet seat down, think again. (Tory)”

“A monster. I despise my true form. (Acheron)I can’t imagine why. Other than killing me, you were actually cute in a very Papa Smurf kind of way. (Tory)Papa Smurf? I don’t look like Papa Smurf. (Acheron)No, baby, you don’t at all. You look like sex on a stick. Now is your ego all better? (Tory)”

“Ryssa? How do you know her name was Ryssa? (Tory)Uh…I don’t. I just gave her a name. It seemed more polite than calling her ‘hey, you, ancient chick.’ (Acheron)”