...if you were thinkin' about invitin' He Ming to any more threesomes, you might wanna reconsider.

[And he should probably stop using such flippant phrasing, but that's how he copes. Cassidy rubs the heel of one hand across his eyes.]

D'you know there's pollens that make you wanna do shite other than just sleepin' with people? Someone ought to write a bloody pamphlet.

We were out for a walk in the Wilds, and I got hit with somethin' harsh. You know I do me best not to get carried away with anger — this was like, all of a sudden I was the bloody Hulk, minus the purple trousers. I didn't want nothin' else but to hurt him.

[He can't look her in the eye anymore. His fingertips tighten slightly against her skin, like he isn't sure he should be touching her while describing this.]

Maybe it wouldn't'a been so bad if I wasn't a vampire.