This particular type of human carries weapons slightly more lethal than your beloved pink monstrosity

Jack shook his head. "Not one of my many talents, sadly. But if you have a cherry stem I can show you a really cool one.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

Survival instincts are one of those things that never die.

Can't he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else's girlfriend?

Yeah,I know you're a creature of the night.Bringer of death,sucker of blood, needer of tans,so on and so forth. And oddly enough,I'm still unimpressed." He narrowed his eyes. "How do you know what I am,child?" What is it with paranormals and calling me "child?" I'd be seventeen in Decemder. How about a nice "ma'am" or something?