After taking another long swig of her beer - she should have brought something stronger with her - she said, "I put on a clean shirt for the fine denizens of the subway, not for you." The idea that she would ever dress for Judas was laughable.
She reached past him on the couch to where she could see the telltale foil of chocolate and pulled some out. It was slightly melty, like it had been against him. But chocolate was chocolate, even if it was made for terrible reasons. She popped it into her mouth and leaned back again.