Xander: How old are you?

Narration(Xander): better address the biggest thing bothering me first.

Kore: At least thirty years younger than you. Why don't you think about that for a while?

Xander: Twenty-eight in June is it?

Narration(Xander): She should feel annoyance at the intrusion. But there's nothing. She's resigned to telepathy.

Narration(Xander): Does she know how far it extends yet? Will she discover tonight?

Kore: You? How old are you?

Kore: Why do you assume I already know?

Narration(Xander): Do you have to ask that?

Xander: I can't tell which of our hands is shaking more. What do you want? Youth? Beauty? Wealth? Power?

Xander: Surely I have enough power!

Kore: Don't you know? Gee I think, you're almost better looking than Rhelan Grant when you're scared.

Xander: Are you afraid I'll take your freedom from you? Is that it?

Xander: Was it those days in a cage without water or light? I can see everything your mind has to offer and I can't interpret.

Kore: So I have one secret left then. I thought you desperately loved surprises. Why don't we leave this one for later?

Kore: You want to get at least a week out of me don't you?

Kore: I've watched you run that very thought through your head more than a few times.