“You still haven’t eaten your muffin. (Sunshine)‘Yeah, right. He still hadn’t eaten his boots either, and he’d rather feast on one of them than that thing in her hand.’ (Talon)”

“Sunshine, it’s the Celt wanting a little reassurance that I haven’t eaten you or anything. (Vane)”

“Is there a phone I can use? (Talon)In the kitchen. (Sunshine)Could you please bring it to me? (Talon)It’s not cordless. I always lose those things or I drop them someplace and break them. The last one I had ended up drowning in the toilet. (Sunshine)”

“Yeah, well, he’s still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on. (Talon)Ooo. Getting testy in your fierce nakedness. (Kyrian)”

“Do you own anything not pink? (Talon)I have a purple razor if you’d rather. (Sunshine)Please. (Talon)(She pulled out a darker pink one.)That’s not purple. It’s pink too. (Talon)Well, that’s all I have unless you want my X-Acto blade. (Sunshine)”

“You know, you say ‘not exactly’ a lot. You’re not exactly a vampire. You’re not exactly from Scotland, and you’re allergic to daylight. What else? (Sunshine)I hate bran muffins and grass. (Talon)”

“(Talon pulled another beignet from the sack and held it up for her to eat.)That stuff is hazardous to your health. (Sunshine)Baby, life is hazardous to your health. (Talon)”