"Milk?" Ate asked with a frown, going to look in the fridge. She searched around and found a carton, pulling it out and then sniffing it. Yep, still good. It must have been bought somewhat recently by George for coffee. "It's your lucky day, cupcake," Ate said, finding a glass and pouring it for him, walking back over to hand it over.
"Don't eat my puppy!" Ate turned to yell after the wolf-thing, not that she thought it would actually listen to her. She moved to sit on the table, watching him with curiosity. "I tortured his girlfriend first, so apparently it was payback."
Then she smiled, sweet and light. "Ate," she told him, "the Greek goddess of delusion, infatuation, and ruin, for a start anyway. And how about you, sugar?" Ate cocked an eyebrow "Who are you, other than tall, dark and handsome?"