"No, no, continue. I really wanna hear how that's workin' out for you."

"Ah, I see the rumors of your return were true then. Anyone punch you in the face yet?

“Well godDAMN that’s a hot piece of ass. Just stay bent the fuck over like that, let me enjoy the perfect ass view.”

"Don't you ever answer your goddamn phone or did someone put it in the sun so now you're allergic to it?"

"Unless you're willing to pay me to give a fuck, you're about to be sorely fucking disappointed."

“I feel like you’ve been ignoring me which would be absolute fucking bullshit. So, what the actual fuck, Fangs? Did you break your damn phone or some shit? Are you allergic to calling me back or answering a damn text? Do I need to get out the holy water and garlic?”

“Douchebag? Wow. Never been called that before,” he quipped, amused more than anything. It took a lot to offend Damien and it showed. “I might be the biggest douchbag you’ve ever met, sure, but my husband still thinks I’m cute. Pretty sure that’s all that matters.”

“Are you trying to hit on me or sell me fuckin’ drugs? Because I’m married and probably do harder shit than you sell.”