Wrath began to daydream. Fire filled her eyes as they went out of focus for a long, long moment and she was seeing those priests again, ripping and tearing and clawing at each other like it was their only purpose in the world. It was beautiful, bloody, wrathful, strengthening-
And then with that chuckle, her head snapped up and with the feeling of the immortal presence, her hand dove down into her pocket to grip the hilt of her knife. But... this was a Greek and she wasn't allowed to kill him no matter how much she might feel like it. "Too cutesy for my liking, I'm afraid." She retorted, leaning back and regarding him like he was prey and she the lion who would devour him whole.
"And here I thought you would smell like fish." She leaned forward, sniffing delicately and looking almost disappointed when she was proven wrong. The waitress arrived with her shots and Wrath waved her away dismissively before knocking one back. "I could always go for some seafood." She replied, a smirk growing over her face as eyes roved over his body in a way that was half sexual, half looking to see which parts of his body would give her the best cut of meat.