I can tell you love him. (Syn) Yeah, like a boil in my nether regions. (Kiara)

Oh, come on. I have to know about the who-do voodoo that you do. (Nick)

When a cow lives with the butcher, sooner or later he gets eaten unless he helps the other cows off to their slaughter. (Nick)

Shutup, lapdog, this isn’t your fight, either. Boy, you better counsel that tongue before you find yourself without it.

Shut up, already. Just once, could I get a demon with no vocal cords? (Anonymous) At least they’re not puking on us this time. (Wynter) Small favor that. (Anonymous)

You’ve no idea...my tongue has been known to let blood on four continents. (Geary)

They’re lucky I didn’t rip their arms off for touching her. (Devyn)