“So would you like to join me for something to eat? (Jericho)As long as it doesn’t involve the entrails of demons, I might be persuaded. (Delphine)Demon entrails have no appeal for me, either. Zeus’s are another matter. (Jericho)”

“Why would you do that? (Delphine)Why do you think? (Jericho)Because I’m a bossy hag and you’d rather be enslaved to a man you hate than deal with me. (Delphine)You know…you’re not funny. (Jericho)I think I’m hysterical. (Delphine)”

“There’s too much to be done. I need to know– (Jericho)No. (Delphine)No, you d’in. (Jericho)Yes, I di’id. Don’t make me use my Jeri ninja mind tricks on you. I might screw up and fry your brains. (Delphine)”

“What are we doing here? (Delphine)Going to eat. What? You got Alzheimer’s? (Jericho)No, but I don’t see a restaurant around here. (Delphine)If I put us inside the restaurant, people might scream and freak. Not to mention, it has a Web cam there that makes it even harder to just poof inside. Damn modern people and their wizard’s tools. (Jericho)”

“I just wanted Kerry to notice me. (Geek Human)For the record, kid, summoning a demon to kidnap her, not the best way to meet a woman. It usually backfires on you. (Jericho)”

“How many demons and people are enslaved here? (Jericho)Define slavery. (Asmodeus)Kept against their will. (Jericho)Good definition. Counting me? (Asmodeus)Why not? (Jericho)Probably a couple of million…you know it’s really hard to count to a million, plus they’re always dying and new ones are coming in. I tried to count once, but it got really depressing so I stopped. The constant adding and subtracting. Not my forte, really. (Asmodeus)”