Who are you?" because even now, she couldn't let her questions go. "What are you?"
That face that wasn't a face smiled. It was the most terrible thing she'd ever see, ever. "Magnus" he said. "I'm the end.

“Oh, Claire," he said. "You think me a far better man than I am. That's kind, an…”

“Bite me, Dracula.”

“At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad…”

“Did he just say--?""Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did.""Whoa. Guess I'd …”