She smiled to her mortal, and her sister wondered why she preferred mortals. So much easier to keep her fingers on and do as she so kindly asked them. Immortals were fickle. She set her hand on his cheek and offered him the glass. "Careful belle, it's not diluted. I'm not that good."
With a sigh she glanced to Achilles and the woman he was with. "A while ago, I loved him. He had this movie in plans, but his main actor quit. I gave him the idea, the creativity, to pursue the role of starring actor and director. I pushed him, even when no other believed in him. And has he even said hello, thank you?" She sighed and set her head on Alistair's shoulder. "Ungrateful dog. I won't let this stand. You understand don't you? Would you be this cruel to me?"