" You’re supposed to not be real!” she whispered in a long exhaled desperate sigh.
“Well, by human standards, neither are you. You should know better to believe in stories. What? Mama not teach you right?”
“I’m not doing any harm.”
“Bull. You’re in my town. And you’re not registered. This is mainly light fae territory, and all fae that want to walk freely, need passes. I see no chains dangling from you neck and heard no word of you. No feeding here without permission.”
“I’m hungry.”
“You’re PMS-ing.”
“How…?”
“I’m a Scorpion, bitch. Now, keep your teeth and your tail away to yourself. "

― , Slayers