Di: As compensation for helping me achieve my nefarious political goals...how would you like, say, eternal youth and beauty? Or my soul.
Di: Or my grandmother's soul
Kore: What the hell would I do with your grandmother's soul?
Di: How can you talk like that! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. She's got years and years of life experience. Anyone would be proud to have her soul!
Kore: I don't recommend swallowing them.
Di: I'm sorry, I've never smoked before. As long as I'm going to ruin my life, I might as well do it in style. First order of business is to get that no-confidence petition signed.
Di: I'm sorry to say that I don't think I can rely on the rest of the Satanists to support this so soon after their ascention to power, but I may have some possibilities on the Protectionist Eynhallow side.
Kore: Ah, don't worry about it. We'll just make up some names. Your colleagues in parliament will notice, but you're the majority leader, right?
Kore: Let's haul out the bribes.
Di: Actually, I'm glad you're crooked. I couldn't in good conscience run a morally upstanding campaign.
Kore: 's what I figured.
Di: I've got to warn you though I draw the line at telepaths. The Satanist Party on Eynhallow is oficially opposed to telepathy. No one worse than a brain-meddler.
Di: Do you have another one? I'm sure I won't spit it out this time.
Kore: I don't have to sit here and be insulted.
Di: Plausible deniability. I'm a lawyer. You're a virago.
Di: Satan gives to each according to his measure.