Ate shrugged at what may or may not have been an actual comment, but the apartment was no Olympus. She hadn't managed to get kicked out yet and the building was nice enough that Saint George lived upstairs. Ate figured George cared more about homes being nice than she ever did.
"Cute dog?" Ate suggested, tilting her head to look at the beast. "You want a drink or something, or do you just want to take the guy?" Ate gestured towards the kitchen and the bottles of alcohol lined up along the bench.
"Last time I met one of you demons," Ate added conversationally, "I got tortured." She didn't sound overly concerned about history repeating itself though.