You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for. (Grace)

But this…this kid wasn’t dead yet. Makes no sense to me. (Bubba) Maybe someone spiked his Wheaties? (Nick)

Good Lord, woman. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that men have a specified word count set aside each day and if I don’t stop talking, my tongue will explode? (Syn)

Oh. Sorry about the muzzle. But it was necessary to protect you from your own stupidity. (Thorn)

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

What do you want from me?” – Nick “Normally, it’d be your life and your soul. Unfortunately, I can’t take either right now. Sucks to be me today.” – Death

Boy, you better check that tone. (Wulf) Yeah, yeah, ya scare me. I’m even wetting my pants while in your terrifying, gut-wrenching presence. See me shiver and quiver? Ooo, ahhh, ooo. (Chris)