"How come it's only the Olympians that get nice digs?" Ate asked with a pout, neglecting to remember the many times she'd moved into rich men's mansions while she broke their lives around them. "There should be some kinda union or something?"
Ate lifted her glass to her lips and after bringing it back down she slowly trailed her eyes down Charon's body, very obviously. When she looked at his face again, the goddess of mad impulse smiled slowly. "Why don't we ever hang out, Charon?"