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Dude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does job applications anymore?" "I do." I squint at it, then him. "What are you paying me?" I angle. "Dude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does money anymore." I snicker. First sign of any sense of humor he's shown. Then I remember where I am and why. I wad it up and throw it at him. It bounces off his chest.

From who?" "From whom, I believe is the correct phrasing." "All right, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?

I don't believe Barrons is out to destroy mankind. I don't think he particularly cares much for mankind, but I don't think he has any deep-seated desire to see us all wiped out.

He looked blank. "He's the one who's been doing the magic against us?" "Duh," I said. "Doona be 'duh'ing me, lass," he growled, his burr thickening.

All those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.

We were watching Barrons. Why were you watching Barrons? Barrons needs watching.

He looks at me, looks at my head, and his lips twitch like he's trying not to bust out laughing. "You don't need that... whatever the fuck it is." "Ain't dying by Shade. It's a MacHalo.

Thankfully I'm not most women. I don't get off on danger. I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.

Ryodan says softly, "Holy strawberries, Dani, we're in a jam.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

Are you defending me in a premonition where I turned into a she-bitch from hell?" "I'll defend you everywhere.

Did you fuck him?" "Ah!" I yelled. "Of course not!" I rubbed my face with both hands and kept it buried there a minute. "Wouldn't I be an addict if I did?" I raised my face. Barrons studied me, dark eyes cold. "Not if he protected you." "They can do that? Really?" "Try not to sound so intrigued, Ms. Lane.

Ignoring it makes it irrelevant. No man wants his nudity to be irrelevant.

You came to Dublin, avenging angel, and what's the first thing you did? Fucked the devil. Oops, shit, eh?

heart had reasons of which reason knew nothing, the only quote of Pascal's

Temper, temper, wee English. 'Tis truly most becoming to you.

Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.

dashing around Dublin having grand adventures. Ryodan

I had a nosebleed." "Nosebleed, my petunia." "Petunia?" "Ass, Barrons. As in you are one.

Sleep with the angels, my Brude queen," he said softly. But come back. This devil needs you like he's never needed anything before.

I punish wenches who tickle me," he purred, stretching her arms above her head.

What are you doing here?" "Making sure you didn't need backup. If you'd told me you were taking your fairy little boyfriend, I wouldn't have wasted my time. I resent it when you waste my time, Ms. Lane.