“And by the way, you clearlyknow me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not.”

“But was it not you who used to tell me that the more you knew, the better? That knowledge was the sharpest fang?”

“Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!”

“So who was she? (Vane)
Why do you assume it was a female? (Fang)
Didn’t know you were fond of men. I’ll file that under my special Fang folder. (Vane)”

“Fang. I had to do some thinking about him.
Me. I had some thinking to do about me too.”

“Are you fangalicious? -Jess, a random blogger

I could never be as fangalicious as you'd want me to be.-Fang”

“If Fang is in any way harmed while I'm gone-if he gets a hangnail-you won't see another morning. Are we clear on that?”

“I choose you, Max. -Fang”

“When are you going to trust me Max?" asked Fang.
"When I go completely bonkers," I laughed.”

“Fang laughed as he shoved Vane away 'Man, quit hugging on me. You are a perv." Vane punched him in the arm. "You're such an a**hole,"
Trace gasped. "Daddy said a bad word!"
Fang said "You tell him pup. Keep your daddy straight.”