Grant: Come on, dinner. Everyone's hungry. I was just getting Kore a room in the east court.

Kore: Good idea. I have questions. Plus I need magic lessons. You've trapped me here until I figure out how to think without killing people Let's get started.

Xander: Drop the act. You pay people to die for you. Don't think you can snow me like you do Rhelan.

Kore: Huh!

Grant: Don't hide your thoughts, Kore, you only encourage him.

Kore: I was thinking that, next to your handsome general...you're a supernova. You'll self-immolate. I'll leave you as a wrecked, homeless, burned out, empty shell, friendless, alone, and damned. You don't know me. It'll be easy.

Xander: Do your worst.

Kore: And they're called security guards.

Telepathy(Xander): Is that your worst?

Kore: Grant, can I get a decent set of clothes?

Grant: Sure, must be kinda hot in that highly amusing dress.

Grant: I remember when his grace sent those patters back twice demanding more ruffles. He was fighting for those bird-swallowed-a-plate Elizabethan ruffs. The witch doctors said no.

Grant: Oh Eugene...dinner at eight.