Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

No bra,” he said against her mouth. “Thank you. I hate those things. Dumbest human invention. Ever.

Reseph tried to convince one of my vamps to slip an aphrodisiac into my drink." "Ares is quite fond of the orc-weed," Vulgrim called out from the kitchen, and yeah, there was a set of chains in the dungeon with his name on them. Limos scowled. "What did your demon say?" "Nothing," Ares muttered.

Why are you all here?" "One of Bantazar's assassins hit you with an exomangler," Lore said. "He's dead." "A lot dead." Wraith snorted and high-fived Lore. "Massive deadness.

Harvester might have a halo, but dear, sweet Lord, she was no angel in the sack. Awesome.

All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.