"Don't call me that," Savannah said, almost feeling hollow to hear him call her that pet name. It was all fine and good when he was the kind of guy who was worthy of being with someone like her -- someone who was kind and helpful and willing to work on building the city up instead of burning it down -- but that just wasn't the case anymore. It had never even mattered before that he was a Hellhound because the club had made it clear that their wrongdoings were in the past, that they were willing to change and willing to try. Art had made his choice, though.
"Not so long as you're runnin' around with people who are vandelizin' houses and businesses and cars and beatin' up anyone who gets in their way. I'm feelin' real stupid for all the times I defended people like you. But I guess it's true when they say a leopard can't change its spots. I shoulda known better."