“Uh-huh. You know with that sinister tone you should look into working for the IRS. I’m sure they’re desperate for people who can cow others with a single growl. (Susan)”

“No, I was just wondering who you killed to reclaim your health. (Wulf)I’m sure the cows you eat aren’t exactly thrilled by their slaughter either. (Urian)They’re not people. (Wulf)In case you haven’t noticed, Dark-Hunter, there are a lot of people out there who aren’t human either. (Urian)”

“I can’t believe I’m mated to someone who’s allergic to me. (Ravyn)You? I’m the one who should be having a hissy. How do I introduce you to people? Hi, this is my…what? Significant other? Mate? Pet? (Susan)”

“He looks like a man.' 'How descriptive,' Susan said in a droll tone. 'Remind me never to advise you to seek work as a novelist.”

“She thought she heard a faint growl. She listened harder. The warrior with all the gorgeous black hair was growling. Because she's said the other man was good-looking and muscular? Uh-huh. A clear case of caveman possessiveness...and it kind of got to her.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy...”