Even Christian—the Poster Child For "smartass"—looked Grim.

He Shook His Head In Mock Sympathy. "i Tell You, Sage. Sometimes I Think I Am The One Who Needs To Take Out The Restraining Order On You.

Well, If The Excitement's Over, I Think I'll Take A Bath.' 'wow. The Harsh Lifestyle Of A Succubus. I Wish I Had Your Job.' 'hey, Our Side's Always Recruiting. You Might Need To Be A Little Prettier To Be An Incubus, Though. And A Little More Charming.' 'untrue. Mortal Women Go For Jerks. I See It All The Time.' 'touché.

Thanks For Looking Out For Her, Sage. You're Okay. For A Human." I Almost Laughed. "thanks." "you Can Say It Too, You Know." I Walked Over To Latte And Paused. "say What?" "that I'm Okay...for A Vampire," He Explained. I Shook My Head, Still Smiling. "you'll Have A Hard Time Getting Any Alchemist To Admit That. But I Can Say You're Okay For An Irreverent Party Boy With Occasional Moments Of Brilliance." "brilliant? You Think I'm Brilliant?" He Threw His Hands Skyward. "you Hear That, World? Sage Says I'm Brilliant.

Adrian Suddenly Made An Abrupt Turn Onto A Side Street We'd Nearly Driven Past. I Jerked Upright As He Clipped The Curb. "what Are You Doing? Think About Your Tires!

What Do You Think Dimitri? Is This A Good Idea, Dimitri? Please Give Us Your Blessing So That We Can Fall Down And Worship You, Dimitri.