“Well, I have to say it’s mighty nice of them Daimons to clean up after themselves when you kill them. It’s much better than slaying an Arcadian. (He held his hands up to them.) Look, Ma, no mess. (Fang)Does Fang have an off switch? (Talon)(Looking a bit apologetic, Vane shook his head no.)”
“Well", Fang said, mimicking a thick Southern drawl. "I must say its mighty nice of them Daimons to clean up after themselves when you kill them" He held his hands up to them. "Look Ma, no mess.""Does Fang have an off switch?" Talon asked Vane.”
“Does Fang have an off switch? Talon asked Vane.”
“Fang, I think you better stop or Talon might turn you into a wolf kabob. (Vane)”
“But please, when you see an opportunity…” He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up so I have to look at him. His eyes glint. They almost look predatory. “Ruin them.”
“Danny couldn't help it, he laughed as he shook his head. "You bit the apple.""I bit the apple," Paul agreed. His eyes glimmered bright blue as tears welled up in them and he gave Danny a soft smile.”