"Do I need protection?" She realized how silly of a question it was. She could have used some kind of immortal superpowers back when John wanted to be a prick. She prayed every night, but not to anyone specific other than god, and even now all that seemed turned up on it's head.
"Clio," she repeated softly curious. "Does this mean dinner parties with a Muse now?" What had Richard just invited her into?