"I don't really care about the whole Christian/Greek thing all that much. I prefer your side to the other one though," Ate had to admit. "Much more fun." Except for George. But that was different. Redcrosse wasn't like a real saint. He was... well, he was hers.
"Such a businessman," and it was hard to tell from her tone exactly how much of it was teasing and how much was simply statement of fact.
"Well, I'd just slip the dress off first," Ate told him with a smirk.