"We're vampires," he said. "Not fairies." "Sometimes I'm not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?" "He's nearly blind." "Which explains why he hasn't hanged himself in that pastel train wreck." "I thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?" "I free-associate." "Clearly." Tohr didn't look at the angel, as he figured eye contact would only encourage the guy. Oh, wait. Lassiter didn't need help. "You expecting that skull on the altar to talk to you or some shit?" "Actually we're both waiting for you to finally take a breath." Tohr glared at the guy. "Anytime you're ready. Anytime." "You say the sweetest things." -Tohr & Lassiter"