As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist." She snarled. Heh.

Getting a lecture on restraint from the woman who threw a hissy fit and blew up Babylon.

What's with the cute shoelace on your head?" "What this?" He flicked the end of the cord with his finger. "Yeah. Rambo called, he wants his bandana back.

He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.

The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.

Cajun stomp?" "You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.