The minute she'd hung up the phone after Achilles had called her was the minute she knew her warrior was back on the chase. Deny it as he might, he was just one of the several hundreds that followed her wake, hoping for that touch that would make them great. And all she had to do was feed that ego.
But he had caused her grievance, and worse, hurt her feelings. She cared not that he had others but she wanted to be first. but now, that was forgiven. He'd brought his son, and she longed to see the two of them together. She planned to have fun.
She'd purposefully had them meet her someplace public. She knew what Achilles would be looking for, and because he'd been so stubborn she would make it hard on him. When he'd entered the building she'd almost felt it. A smile, much like a cat who had gotten the cream, crossed over her lips as she rose to greet the two.
Spring had allowed her to dress in something that hid as much as it showed, and the customary green flattered her. Arms extended she moved to Achilles, "Achilles, ma belle chère. It's been too long." Unapologetically, she kissed him. A taste or a tease, it was hard to tell. She broke off far quicker then he'd be able to respond and her all too green eyes fell on the boy, "and this is then, your son? He takes after you." With a wink she released Achilles and extended her hand to the boy.
"Bonsoir, I am Absinthe." No hiding, not from other immortals. And the others where too busy to notice. "But call me Abby, most do."