“You are not human,” the demon announced. “You have no soul.”“Thank you for the obvious. Did you know you have horns on your head?”

“Part of you isn’t demon,” she said. “You’re all human – you just have those horns for decoration.”

“What's going on? A soul? Did you say, a soul? What the hell! Next thing you know we'll have cholera again. What did I tell you? [He tossed the thin one on his horns.] I told you so... we should operate on all of them, on the imagination. Extirpate the imagination. Surgery's the only answer... nothing but surgery...”

“Didn't know she was spoken for.""You do now", Jack snarled. "And the next time you try to pass off your bloody Fae nectar on a human, I'll shove your little horned head up your arse and hold it there until you stop twitching.”

“You obviously don't have my soul or you wouldn't be trying to make deals.”

“I wonder which you are. A human...or a demon? One day you will have to decide.”