This made me lol hard. . .
"It is a sphinx," Machiavelli said quietly, "Body of a lion, wings of a an eagle, head of a beautiful young woman. And try not to irritate her Billy, This creature would have you for a snack."
"She is one ugly lion. . . ."
"Billy," Machiavelli began.
"And she's got mangy wings. . . ."
"And she stinks like she's just stepped in something."
“I also have excellent hearing,” the sphinx said. Her tiny female head moved from Billy to Machiavelli
and then back to Billy again. A forked black tongue flickered between her thin lips, dancing in the air
between them. The American immortal’s eyes crossed, trying to focus on it.
“And your breath smells,” Billy muttered.