He seemed so serious. Ate pouted at him but, as a show of how much she enjoyed the time they got to spend together, she didn't grab a knife from the bench behind her and try and gut him. Instead she let him keep that grip on her wrist even though she'd killed mortal men for far less.
(To be fair, she'd killed mortal men for literally nothing though.)
"Fine," she said, her voice low and vicious, yanking her hand free and then pointing her finger in his face. "But you are going to spend the rest of the morning eating me out after this." She gave him a little shove and then stalked off back to his bedroom.