"Oh, and you should know . . . if you keep calling me harlot, sooner or later I'm going to have a rage blackout, and then I'll wake up to find you--awfully sadly--dead." "You threaten me? A powerless, physically weak sorceress?" he sneered. "I must amend my treatment of you forthwith." "You've turned into a sarcastic, unbalanced, judgmental dick." To herself, she muttered, "Man, can I pick 'em." "If you take issue with the term harlot, then perhaps you shouldn't have slept with half the Lore." "Half?" she scoffed. "Three-quarters for the win!"