Rogueish

“You still aren't screaming."
"Is that the usual reaction you get when people realize you're, um..."
"Different? Yes, generally."
Marcus stepped up beside him. "We also get shrieks, curses, pant wetting, bowels releasing"--Sarah grimaced--"religious recitations..."
Her eyebrows rose. "Religious recitations?"
"You know--Get thee back, you, ah..." He nudged Roland. "What was it that priest called us?"
Roland rolled his eyes. "Which one?"
"The one in London."
"What century?"
"Eighteenth."
Sarah's mouth fell open.
"The one with hair like Albert Einstein?"
"Yes."
"Spawns of Satan."
"Right." Adopting a raspy elderly man's voice, Marcus shook his fist at Sarah and intoned dramatically, "Get thee back, ye spawns of Satan. Return thee to the bowels of hell where ye belong!" Lowering his fist, he proceeded in a normal voice."Then he hurled numerous biblical versus at our heads as we walked away...But screaming is by far the most common reaction, from both men and women.”
― Dianne Duvall, Darkness Dawns