Like -- listen, okay? [ she thrusts the claymore's hilt back into his hands. ] What if you go through your day thinking someone else is a perfect acceptable engine-revving dreamboat of looker, but it turns out it's all one very clever ruse and she's actually out to make you the sacrificial father of her way-creepy insect demon babies. Huh?

[ true story. granted, miss french hadn't been a succubus. but damn, she'd whipped those boys into a frothy mad mess. demon pheromones. ]