Iris found herself smirking in amusement at the mention of her body. If anything happened to her body, it most certainly wasn’t going to be something as unpleasant as disposal of it. A shame he wouldn’t talk about his job, but with a name and dominion like National Security, it was hardly a surprise. She picked up her knife and fork, holding them over her plate as she considered. Her services, was it?
“If the amount of deliveries I make is any indication, then yes, I’d say divine messengers are still very much required. It’s true enough that I don’t have to speak to many mortals, if any, but carrying messages between immortals is plenty. As long as there are words that need to be carried and gifts to be given, I will have something to do. There is always going to be need for an impartial third party, or, at the very least, someone willing to be neutral, someone who can be. There’s always a need for someone who will deliver messages without judgement and is trustworthy.” Iris gave Jamie a satisfied look before having a taste of her fish. Talking about work was always enjoyable.