"I should. I am one. One of the best, even," Eris said confidently. She was the best, though her kind of trouble was hardly child's play. She started fights, brawls, skirmishes, wars, genocides. All of it deliciously bloody and far from innocent.
Her arched brow rose again. "You don't like the Irish and yet you come to one of the few pubs in Athens?" It was clear from her tone of voice she thought him daft. "Unless, you're here to be starting some trouble of your own which in that case, you should know I'm from Belfast and anything you can stir up won't come close to what I've seen back home."