Desi, babe. Still playing your little games, I see. Now why don't you be a good Daimon and show yourself to me? (Kyrian)

I say we should stake him to an anthill and throw little pickles at him! (Selena)

He’s a tough little son of a biscuit eater. (Bubba)

Now you’re thinking like me. A little eye-gouging, some slit nostrils…I could seriously get into that. (Acheron)