John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. ---Beth about Wrath

Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.

I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V

he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. “I’ll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper

No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.

Do me a favor?” he whispered. Beth's hold tightened on his hand. ”Anything, what do you need?” ”Hum the Jeopardy theme.” There was a pause.Then Beth burst out laughing and swatted his shoulder. ”Wrath-” ”Actually,take your clothes off and hum it while doing some belly grooves.” As his shellan bent down and kissed his forehead, he looked up at her through his wraparounds. ”You think I'm kidding? Come on, we both need the distraction. And I promise I'll tip well” "You never carry cash." He extended his tongue and swept it over his upper lip. "I plan on working it off.