Charon knew this was a bad idea. He was really, fully aware of it. And yet, he was choosing to go anyway. He'd spent centuries keeping his head down, being calm and cool while the other members of his pantheon threw temper tantrums and tried to break the city in half. If you looked at it a certain way, he was probably overdue for a stunt like this.
He made his way back to Ate's apartment, passing the delivery guy on the way out as he headed upstairs. The dress she was wearing definitely caught his eye, and only an idiot would deny that she looked really good in it.
"You're the perfect hostess," he told her, one corner of his mouth rising in a half-smile.