[i][b]"Hello Elizabeth. I'm sorry, I was slowed down by some demon hunter. He shouldn't be a problem anymore."[/b][/i] 

Elizabeth addressed a man named Romus. The man was quite intrigued by Max's horns. [b][i]"It's really not polite to stare. You know what they say, if you stare at someone's horns too long, yours won't grow in evenly!"[/i][/b] Max knew that Romus was not a demon (he was clearly of centaur decent, judging by the lower half of his body); this was just his lame attempt at mortal humor. 

Just then, a thought struck Max like a bag of bricks. [b][i]"Hey... Elizabeth... You should probably slow down with that wine. I haven't seen you drink anything but Jesus juice for the last week, and I know you've had at least 4 glasses today."[/i][/b]