"Loki, Norse god of fire and mischief, is not a God." He announced but not loud enough to wake Sookie. Though it would take a considerable amount to do so with the healthy cocktail of antibiotics and pain killers swimming through her blood.
Hannibal could feel the heat of his third glass of wine. He titled his glass and watched the liquid in it. "Red, but of course." He moved off his chair. "What will you do to her?"