She supposed he had a point, they'd both been dead, him to betrayal and her to...well they'd taken her back when the building had started to fall, and they'd made her sorry. She supposed she had never died, not really. Not like she'd thought she had when Hamilton had come for her and made her sign over her immortality.
And he was right about the blood too.
"Maybe they don't, maybe I'm just a classicist. But blood, maybe its a human facination. To me its just what happens when I bleed. And I don't like when things make me bleed"
Evil wrapped up in something pretty. She wasn't sure if he meant the firm or her, but he knew her, knew she wasn't evil.
"Wine?" she offered, standing up to pick up the glasses and the now chilled bottle.