Hey! When he dug into it, rifling through her things, she snapped, "Go Yoda someone else's supplies, asshole.
If a demon and a vampire mated, their offspring would be unique but in harmony, like a Labrador retriever crossed with a poodle. Voila, labradoodle! But a vemon was a made creature, as if one took the front half of the Lab and jammed it onto the back...
The demon was turning out to be an unpredictable, feral, bone-and-head-collecting, sexually ravenous happiness battery. She swallowed. All I have to do is plug him in.
You're not leaving me behind. Or I'll do a spell to make you smell like ass. Forever.
