[Oh, she's good - for a mortal, maybe, but she's good. Has she learned it from him? He'd like to think so, except he remembers what pile of tooth-rotting goo he turns into in her presence. Disgusting. With the Beast so close to the surface, his anger mounts exponentially.]

I'm sure I will. And every time you hug me, you'll know that somewhere in his mind, the man you are giving love and blood to thinks of you as a silly scrap of flesh. Oh, he chooses not to act on it, but choices, unlike nature, can be unmade.