"I'm going to kill him, so help me God."

Starter for Cordelia Pryce-Chase. Mentions Wes Pryce and Guillaume de Sanglant. (Faith Pratt - Lehane)

"I may have to break his pretty nose. Again"

"I refuse to call him Guillaume. Ridiculous."

"Your name is William Pratt, you wanker."

"Your...." He gives the other an incredulous look. "I think William is very nice. Or even Will."

"Don't be ludicrous, Will. One day you're going to have to tell me how you even came up with that particular name. Stop sulking."

"I warned you about that. You chose not to listen."

"Oh dear. You hit a nerve," he says amused.

"Errr.... Right. Indeed. I'll uh..." points over his shoulder, "go an check in him."

"On! On him.... Bloody..." stalks off.

"I honestly need to do something about that man's arrogance. Some humble pie may not be amiss."

"You're excused, you don't seem to know any better. I doubt it's that simple. You should know better, though."

"A. A case. The. The case. And it's pie, humble pie."

"I will come over and not so humbly slap you in a few seconds, Bill. And no, that's not code for anything."

"No it's not. I honestly have no idea how and when you came up with that ridiculous name. It's Bill Pratt. Stop pouting."

"The air quotes are not needed. When I say slap, I mean punch your pretty face. And we both know you're not a fan of that under any circumstances."

"Really? That's all you got from that? Good grief."

"Oh dear lord," he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.

"When Will's involved, everything."