“That would be like making a pact with Lucifer. (Zarek)Yes, but I don’t smell like sulfur. And I happen to dress better. Luc always looks like a pimp. (Dionysus)”

“I happen to like being sad over nothing at all. I find it suits me. (Ewan)A smile would suit you better. My mother always says that a smile is dressing for the face. (Nora)And I always say the face, much like the body, is best left naked. (Ewan)”

“Zarek? (Astrid)What?! (Zarek)Don’t use that tone with me. I like to know where people are in my house. Be nice, or I’ll make you wear a cowbell. (Astrid)”

“Hello!” The girl in the blood-red dress beamed at Leo. “Are you Dionysus?”There was only one answer to that.“Yes!” Leo yelped. “Absolutely. I am Dionysus.”

“I don’t dress like I have any money. And I don’t have any money, which helps enable me to dress like that.”

“Would like to join me? (Astrid)I think I’d look strange in a bikini. (Zarek)Was that a joke? Can it be you made a real joke? (Astrid)Yeah, I must be possessed or something. (Zarek)”