August: Yes, sweetheart, but...generally consorting with enemies of the big guy with a beard is frowned upon...not that I really buy into that crap but they do...
August: Don't be sorry! I don't really give a shit about their opinions, plus, who cares if you're a demon, you're still the nicest person I've ever met...and I like you quite a fair bit...
August: Sweetheart, you gave me sight without even knowing who I was. You literally didn't ask for anything in return, plus now you're offering to visit my family with me and you've been holding me for the last hour. You and I both know that you're not mean.
