Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.

Superstitions add texture to life.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

They're fanatics. It's like expecting humanity from a falling rock. It's not going to have a fit of compassion and not crack your skull open.

I'm sorry about the dinner." "Best date ever. Well, until people died and vampires showed up. But before that it was awesome.

If he full-out flexed, I would probably faint, or jump off the building.

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