What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?

Viper: "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement." Dante: "What sort of disagreement?" Viper: "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.

The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?

A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.

Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly. Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.