“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)”

“Well", Fang said, mimicking a thick Southern drawl. "I must say its mighty nice of them Daimons to clean up after themselves when you kill them" He held his hands up to them. "Look Ma, no mess."

"Does Fang have an off switch?" Talon asked Vane.”

“What are you doing?"
"Looking for my fangs."
"We don't grow fangs you idiot!”

“Vane passed the mashed potatoes across Bride to Fury, who stared at them with a fierce frown "What are these?" he asked.
"Potatoes," Vane told him.
"What did they do to them?”

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

“And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.”

“Harriet Vane: If anybody does marry you it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle.”

“why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?”

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

“Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater.”