Ate grinned at Andras' comment. "See, that's what I told him," Ate said, swinging her legs gently as she sat on the table. Her dress - short, tight, and the same blue as her shoes - was mostly untouched by blood except for a few dark spots here and there. "If he didn't want to play with his toys, he shouldn't have left them lying around. That's just bad pet care." Not that Ate was one to speak about pet care.
"A Marquis? They're screamers as a rule," Ate informed him, because this was important life information she'd gathered. "Making dreams come true? Sounds like we're almost in the same line of work there, sugar."