Nick, space. Now. (Acheron) Go, Nick, fetch. Here, boy, here. You should let me borrow one of those leather collars you wear and give me a tag with Kyrian’s number on it. ‘In case of loss, call my owner.’ (Nick)

Don’t you two girls have something better to do, like pick out toe lint? (Acheron)

So is there any part of you that’s not a lethal weapon? (Kiara) No. Even my wits are sharpened. (Nykyrian)

I suggest you leave. Now. (Nykyrian) (The would-be attackers flee.) Had you said ‘boo,’ I think they would have wet themselves. (Kiara)

As for the age of electronics, Selena, I really don't want to get personal with something that comes with a warning label and batteries. (Grace)

Shut up, Nick. (Talon) 'Shut up, Nick, heel, sit, fetch.’ Love you too, Celt. (Nick)

Kat laughed. 'Who wants to live forever?' Kish put his hand up. 'For the record, I do.' Sin scowled at him. 'Then why do you irritate me so often?' Suicidal tendencies are inherent in my species?