"No, no, it's never you!" Anya assured the girl, although she was beginning to have serious doubts about the truthfulness of that statement. "It's always their fault! They never appreciate us, they just take us for granted like we're their little sex poodles!"

The vengeance demon narrowed her eyes. "And it's terrible that he doesn't bring you flowers! Don't you wish he'd just choke on all those flowers he's never brought you? That he'd have to cough up flowers all the time - which is, let me tell you, not a pretty sight! Don't you just wish..."