Naiya's eyes widened with surprise. To have someone get it right on the first try was...rare. Actually, he'd be the first to get it right, ever. That made her heart skip a bit, the happy kind of skipping she felt so rarely. It was silly to be so affected by a simple guess, right? "Yes, full-blooded Greek. All of my family still lives there."
"Homicide," she replied. "And I'll have you know that people have killed with stranger things than a lead pipe or gun, mister." She gave him an appraising glance, and tilted her head. "You're a writer, obviously. What kinds of books?"