"You don't keep someone locked up in a special little suite in your palace for their brain, Aleister. Come on. If you really think I got brain, you gotta give me more credit than that." That wasn't something anyone did for logical, rational reasons. That wasn't a brain matter. That was about feelings. And wasn't that an unsettling thought?

Bobby knew he had no heartbeat any more, logically, yet his heart was beating faster somehow. He looked at Aleister and met his eyes. "We've got somethin', darlin'. But, be honest, do you really know what it is we have? Do you really wanna find out? Cause it's fuckin' scaring the pants off of me."