“You can be known as Val or Babycakes.”His gaze darkened. “My name is Valerius and I will not answer to Val.”She shrugged. “Fine then, Babycakes, have it your way.”

“Val- I’m on Bourbon– (Acheron)I will not venture down that street of crass iniquities and plebeian horror, Acheron. It is the cesspit of humanity. (Valerius)”

“If we have to be cat burglars, I'm going to see what' to steal in the fridge."We're trying to find evidence she's the poisoner. Just a thought before you start putting random things in your mouth." Ruth shrugged and walked past Val.”

“What are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?" I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with questionable taste in men?”

“Oh, Val," said Father. "All you have to do is live your life, and everyone around you will be happier.""No greatness, then.""Val," said Mother, "goodness trumps greatness any day.""Not in the history books," said Valentine."Then the wrong people are writing history, aren't they?" said Father.”

“Please, Achimou? (Tory)You are the only being who’s ever called me that. (Acheron)Well, I’d call you babycakes, but I think that might offend you even more. (Tory)”