A few weeks ago Mary never would have agreed to this dinner. She would have told him to fuck off. But that was a few months ago. That was before she had stood by and allowed the sacrifice of a human being for her own selfish gain. If Judas was the scum of the earth then Mary knew she was right there with him now.
She'd dressed as nicely as she could, her dress blue and her hair done up in a neat bun.
"You look like you've remembered how a shower works," Mary said as she got close enough to speak to him. The scruffy filthy Judas was absent, but Mary was pretty sure he was always lurking just underneath the skin.