"A while? What did you do? Ship the runts off with Pam — you shipped them off with Pam, didn’t you?"
"… That might’ve been what I did. What? Pam has been bonding with them lately, in her own way. And possibly has Sammi shocking people she doesn’t like.”
"Of course I do — think of the delivery boy as the appetizer to the main course I fully intend on enjoying now or later; preferably now.”
"The main course definitely approves of now, now is good. We’ve the house to ourselves for a while. Might as well take full advantage of it."
“Delivery boy — His slim opportunity to live another day was cut short after his remarks towards vampires. Besides, I was feeling parched. Not the best but warmed to my taste.”
"Ohhh, sounds like it would’ve been fun to watch. I surprised the hell out of some anti-vampire group when I fried the brain cells of their leader. It was entertaining. And if the delivery boy didn’t quite do it for you, you know what else is available~"
"People are food; not friends. Tsk, tsk — meat sacks. How rude."
"You’re so cute with your opinions. Who’d you eat this time, love?"
"Hardwood floors are less expensive in the long run. I’d suggest switching over."
"Well well, look at what a mess you’ve made."
“And you’ve got me.”
"And if it that ever looks like it’ll change, I’mma bond myself to you and you’ll be stuck with me no matter where you end up."