“What made you so unforgiving? (Simone)Be grateful that you have the luxury of asking me that question. Pray to whatever god you worship that you’ll always be ignorant. (Xypher)”

“Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher)That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)”

“And you are? (Xypher)Pissed off. You wrecked my car, shoved me around, and are a complete and utter dickhead! (Simone)Dear God, what a mouthful – your mom must have really wanted a son. Mind if I call you ‘Pissed’ for short? The rest of that is just too much to say every time I want your attention. (Xypher)”

“Are you okay? (Simone)No, I’m in ecstasy. I blew straight past okay the minute you touched me. (Xypher)”

“I could do without your sarcasm. (Kat)And I could do without your bleeding heart. (Xypher)Just remember, my bleeding heart is what gained you a shot at freedom. (Kat)Queenie, it was a bleeding heart that put me in that position to begin with. The person I was trying to protect when I was taken didn’t return the favor. The bitch was only using me. So take my advice: whatever compassion you have, kill it off. You’ll thank me for it later. (Xypher)”

“Do you know what happened to the last person who took that tone with me? (Xypher)Let me guess…Disembowelment. Probably painful. Definitely slow. (Simone)”

“You have to sleep sometime. (Xypher)So do you. (Julian)Down, boys, down. Please, I just want to be free before I get testosterone poisoning. (Simone)”