She watched as he tossed the euro onto the bar and returned his smile one a darker one of her own. "Brenna," Eris said, giving her mortal name in a heavy, lilting brogue. It felt strange coming from her tongue but was fluid enough that it hardly seemed like a lie. Instead of shaking his hand, however, the goddess of strife ran one blood red nail over the center of his palm in a tight, teasing circle. "My pleasure, Damien." She had an idea of who he truly was, now, but was having difficulty pinning him for which one of the cherubic trio.