How Do You Know If A Demon

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.

Look Who's Calling The Cauldron Black." "kettle. It’s A Kettle. Get Your Metaphors Right." "that Wasn’t A Metaphor. It Was A, You Know..." He Stared Off Into Space, Blinking. "one Of Those Things That’s Symbolic Of Another Thing. But Isn’t The Same Thing. Just Like It." "you Mean A Metaphor?" "no! It’s Like A Story...like...a Proverb! That’s It." "i’m Pretty Sure That Wasn’t A Proverb. Maybe It Was An Analogy." "i Don’t Think So.

Dont Worry, Roza, I'm Not Afraid. I'll Take Whatever Heat They Give Me Over Being With You. It's Worth It.

We Need To Get Inside. I Think My Hair Gel’s Frozen.

Adrian: I Find Prostitutes Vastly Important. Nathan Ivashkov: Well. How Refreshing To See That Things Haven’t Changed.