The alliance is reforged, mortal. The planes thus quake, and the gods shudder.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

I want to wake up beside a handsome virgin every morning, but life doesn't give us what we want.