Ariv: "Just let me know if you feel light headed, experience headaches, night terrors, or change in eye coloration," Ariv pleaded, pouring himself more whiskey.

George: "And I could give you my cooking as your only food," George shrugged with a mischievous grin. "Your choice Damian!~"

Huey: he began to panic, going wide eyed and getting all worried over what seemed like a little thing. "You have to tell me what is wrong!!! You can't just tell me what might happen!!" He brought his hands to his head and tugged on his hair out of stress.

Ariv: "What is wrong, is the fact that my- our species is special in a sense," Ariv mumbled before taking a sip from his glass and letting out a short sigh and looking to the ceiling. "Not to say other species aren't special, it's just that we require a certain kind of... care per say."

George: "I could also tickle you into submission or read you awful fan fiction...," George spoke with a large smirk. "The list goes on and on!! Now, if you just tell me what is going on with Felicity and you, I won't have to resort to all that jazz."