Turn yourself over to Aksel, and I might let her go. (Arast) Yeah, right. And I’m a one-legged dung dealer. (Nykyrian)

I’m giving you that chance now. (Stryker) It’s too late. Too many centuries have passed. There was a time when I lived only to hear a kind word from your lips. But that ship sank under an assault of bitterness that no amount of charm or guile will recover. (Zephyra)

You’re selfish and you’re cold, and I’m tired of getting frostbite when I touch you. (Acheron)

Yeah. I don’t need much, and whatever else I need I’m sure I can buy since the Council knows that I am the charmed one who has to be humored lest the big bad Norseman go a Viking on their heads. (Chris)

Someone please tell me that we’re not seriously having a friggin’ debate over the genius of ‘Karma Chameleon’ at seven o’clock in the morning? (Xypher)

You taste so good. I could kiss you forever. (Adron) You’re not so bad yourself in a lethal, I’ll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me-wrong kind of way. (Livia)

What made you immortal? (Nick) Really good DNA. (Acheron)