"He looks very good with black hair, but I'd rather he not wear it." Midnighter paused.

"Despite what you think, honey, daddy is still very slightly smarter than a concussed goldfish. I know you can fly. But I haven't been in a fight with anything more menacing than a vending machine in a month, and I'm going to get a beer gut." He did loosen his grip so that she could make her own way up.

"And skulking costumed people on roofs attract less attention than skulking costumed people walking up the inside stairs past Mrs. Carmichael and her pekinese."