“You looking good.""Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.”
“You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.”
“Don’t let my youthful good looks confuse you. I now have two lifetimes of experience”
“Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”
“When God ignores you, the devil starts looking good.”
“Why did you choose to save me?”“I could not let you die.” He placed the plate and glass on the kitchen counter.“But you have let goodness knows how many people die. Why me?”“You made me...” He leaned against the counter and looked at her. “You made me…feel.”