"We only met ten minutes ago," Ate reminded him, eyes on his and lips turned up into a small smile. She lifted a finger then to trail it lightly across his shirt just below the collarbone. "I'm not sure you know what it would take for me to agree to anything."
"It's possible he's Greek," Ate agreed, not really all that interested in talking about Moros right then and their little play marriage. "It's possible he's something else. It's even possible there's no fiancé at all and every word that passes my lips is a lie."