“You know, I met a wise man centuries ago in China who said to me, ‘He who lets fear rule him, has fear for a master. (Acheron)Confucius? (Talon)No, Minh-Quan. He was a fisherman who used to sell what I’m told was the best zong zi ever made. (Acheron)”

“He who lets fear rule him, has fear for a master [Acheron]”

“I wonder what Talon would say. (Gallagher)He would tell you not to piss me off. (Acheron)”

“All you need to know is that I have an old enemy pretending to be me. (Acheron)Why? (Talon)Well, it obviously isn’t to be nice to me and win over my friends, now is it? (Acheron)”

“I’m not the whore here, Acheron. You are. Bought and sold to anyone who could pay your fee. How dare you think for one minute you were ever worthy of a goddess. (Artemis)You’re right, my lady. I’m not worthy of you or anyone else. I’m just a piece of shit to be dumped naked in the street. Forgive me for ever sullying you. (Acheron)”

“That’s not fair. (Talon)I’m not paid to be fair. I’m paid to kick Daimon ass. (Acheron)”

“I don’t want any more insults. I’d like to experience three whole minutes in your presence before you lay into me again…and we really should make sure the tools are all locked up. (Acheron)(He pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at his watch.)Let me start timing… (Acheron)(She opened her mouth to respond, but he held his hand up.)Wait for it. We got two minutes and fifty-give seconds to go. (Acheron)I’m not that bad. (Tory)Yeah…you’re not standing in my shoes. (Acheron)And judging by the ungodly size of them, I don’t think there are many people who could. (Tory)We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we just set a new record. (Acheron)”