Esme: No.

Esme: ...not telepath.

Esme: Satanist. That's how we'll get it. ...Satanist.

Butcher: Hey!

Narration (Marozi): A little blood waters the ground...

Narration (Marozi):...and revolutionary blood tastes surprisingly tangy.

Narration (Marozi):...enough sourness to give it intellectual depth on the palate...real aging potential if bottled up for years.

Narration (Marozi): This little extravaganza is sure to attract a few bull sharks.

Narration (Marozi): I could use a few collars to keep me in practice. I am supposed to be a cop.

Narration (Marozi): The scalps that I braid into a whip to hang on my bedpost...they're looking a bit thin now, aren't they?

Narration (Marozi): They'll never see me coming.

Narration (Marozi): Might as well give Xander something to practice. Because it's going to be a beautiful day.