“Technical advisor. Since you know our enemies so well, we’re going to pick your brain. (Jericho)I’ll tell you what you want to know. There's no need to torture me for it. (Asmodeus)Pick your brain is an idiomatic expression, Asmodeus. It means we’ll have you tell us things. We’re not actually going in there to mess with your head. (Delphine)Oh, thank the Source. I can’t stand it when someone opens my skull. It really hurts. (Asmodeus)”

“Are you always this random? (Jericho)Mostly. It really irritates Noir. Which is just an added bonus for me. At least so long as I can outrun him. (Asmodeus)Add me to that list of people you annoy. (Jericho)Oh. You’re not going to singe my testicles over it, are you?! (Asmodeus)No plans to. (Jericho)Good. We can be friends, then. (Asmodeus)”

“You rang, Mino- well, you’re not really the Minor Master anymore, are you? What should I call you? (Asmodeus)Think of a polite term, demon. (Jericho)Mister Master it is. What can I do for you? (Asmodeus)”

“Get us into Azmodea. (Jericho)Why in the name of smelly feet would you want to go there again?! (Asmodeus)”

“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)”

“How long have you been here? (Jericho)Don’t know. Again, tried to count once, got depressed so I stopped. I find it easier to just go with the flow. Ease with the peas. (Asmodeus)Ease with the peas? (Jericho)Yeah, that’s not a happy memory, either. Let’s forget I mentioned it. (Asmodeus)”