And There’s One More Thing. (gabriel) Neutering?

Then Why Are We Being Shot At? (syd) ’cause The Sonofabitch Can’t Tell Time. (steele)

Little Late For That Now. I Don’t Think An ‘oops, My Bad, My Weapon Accidentally Misfired Two Dozen Rounds’ Will Work To Get Me Out Of This. (devyn)

And I Don’t Want His Body Touching Something I Wear. He’ll Contaminate It. (sasha) Oh, Good Grief, Sasha. Grow Up. You’re Four Hundred Years Old And You’re Acting Like A Whelp. It’s Not Like He Has Cooties Or Anything. (astrid) Yes He Does! (sasha)

So I Conjured One Of The Brokers And Promised Him My Soul If He’d Protect Her. (zephyra) You Can’t Do That. Only A Demon Can. (stryker) You’re Such A Brainiac, Baby. And To Think, I Thought I Married You For Those Amazing Abs. Who Knew All That Brainpower Was Buried Under Those Bulging Biceps? (zephyra)

Aren’t You Afraid One Of Them Will Betray You? Take It All Away? (shahara) I’m Sure One Will Eventually, But That’s The Least Of What Keeps Me Up At Night. Trust Me, There Are A Lot Worse Things In Life Than Loosing A Few Credits. (syn)