I never claimed to have the best sense of humor. Get used to it.

[Actually, according to August, he had no sense of humor.

Leo made his way into the kitchen, following the scent of the meat sizzling. He wasn't feeling all that hopeful about this plan of action, but this was better than nothing at all. Leo sat down at the table while Seth cooked.]

I was thinking of just playing a song for the network, assuming I get my ability back sometime soon, and seeing if any sinners come out of the woodwork. It's either that or start snatching random people off the street.

[Which he has done before at home. It works surprisingly better than expected some of the time.]