Oh, he was an arrogant one, clearly ready to take exactly what he wanted. This Set was exactly the kind of mortal she liked to slice into little pierces while they screamed for mercy, and exactly the kind of God she loved to drag back to her lair to fuck and play with.
"Set," Ate repeated, letting the name trip from her lips. Then she took another long drink from her glass before reaching for toothpick and pulling the olive off it slowly with her tongue. "And where are you from then, honeypie?" she asked, well aware she'd completely ignored his request for her own name. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the alcohol there. "You're certainly not Greek."