No shit, Athena was seductive. She was a siren, it was in her blood to be this way, no matter how much she might put up the "sweet and innocent" act for anyone who didn't know the truth. With Lazarus, she was definitely not trying to get him into her bed, that pretense had long flown out the window. Oh now, she wanted to put a bullet or twenty through his brain and watch him bleed to death at her feet. That wouldn't be a nightmare, it would be a dream come true.
"Don't kid yourself, sweetheart." The longer they stood here, the more Athena recognized the details of the place. They were outside the flat she and her mother had shared, and there was a woman walking down the street towards them as Lazarus spoke. Dark haired, dark skinned, of Jamaican decent. Her mother, Odessa. Athena did her best to ignore it, keeping her focus on Lazarus. He was, after all, the bigger threat, and Odessa was no more than a memory. "Paris, and it's already ruined for me, so nothing you say can change that." She gave him a smile, something that should have been sweet, but in the moment was anything but. "Only as much as one misses a cockroach that you just stepped on, sure."