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WHO: Ate & Andras
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Ate's apartment
WHAT: Puppy chow
WARNING: TBD

Andras crossed the busy street and turned a few heads, but only because of his good looks. No one noticed the large hell hound by his side, invisible to the mortal eye unless you were the giant wolf's target. Donatien, the wolf, in his full form was as large as a bear but because he was from hell came with his own set of powers, able to shape shift his size to fit into whatever environment was there. Andras enjoyed this feature, it was handy for traveling. The wolf's name, Donatien, gave away a great deal about Andras' past if someone knew their history really well but luckily not many did.

He arrived at Ate's apartment and wore a black leather jacket and dark jeans. To get Andras' interest was hard. Once you had it, to keep it was even more difficult. But he had a soft spot for D and he couldn't turn down the chance for the wolf to get some munchies. Andras wasn't like other demons. He didn't kill for sport, everything he did was with purpose. But that didn't mean his pet should suffer.

He rang the bell and waited as Donatien wagged his tail.

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Andras finished the milk off, setting down the glass. He grinned at her, "Now where's the fun in that?"

"The fun," Ate said with an easy smile, "is the part where I haven't suddenly agreed to live the rest of my life on a leash licking your shoes or something."

Andras shook his head, "That wouldn't be of any use to me. The only way you'd be on a leash licking any part of me is if that was your thing."

He leaned back in the chair and raised his hands as if to feign innocence, "Like I said, I'm not like other demons. I never lie for one. My deals are ironclad and you can even state specific terms such as 'will not include bondage or shoe cleaning'." he grinned.

"You never lie?" Ate repeated, and her look of doubtful amusement was obvious. Weren't those demons all about lying? Hades knew, Ate lied all the time. Sure, sometimes the truth was useful and fun, but why keep it undiluted?

"Never." sure he might twist the words but he never lied. After centuries of doing the demon thing, it got boring. He shrugged, "It's more challenging. Anybody can lie to get what they want.. but it's much more..." he sucked in air through his teeth as he narrowed his eyes, "..gratifying to see the results with the truth." after all he was a demon. His deals ruined almost everybody that made them and it was fascinating to watch them dance into their own personal hell with their eyes wide open.

Be a goddess of delusion, Ate couldn't see how that was more gratifying but let the demon have his fun. She smiled at him and shrugged. "Whatever gets you hard, sweetpea." She ran a hand through her hair and asked, "you're not worried about revealing all your secrets to the little Greek you just met? My kind hate your kind as a general rule. That Christ dude fucked stuff up for us big time."

He shook his head, "Not at all. Who'd believe you?" he grinned again.

He shrugged broad shoulders, "Hate me all you like, I don't blame you. My boss and brethren don't care much for you guys either. But I really don't see pantheons. Everyone is a person. Everyone has a price. That's all that matters." he did deals with mortals and immortals across the pantheons, why limit his possibilities.

He gave a lazy smile, "I might worry if you tried to kill me but.. it would ruin our nice time and ruin your nice dress."

"I don't really care about the whole Christian/Greek thing all that much. I prefer your side to the other one though," Ate had to admit. "Much more fun." Except for George. But that was different. Redcrosse wasn't like a real saint. He was... well, he was hers.

"Such a businessman," and it was hard to tell from her tone exactly how much of it was teasing and how much was simply statement of fact.

"Well, I'd just slip the dress off first," Ate told him with a smirk.

Andras simply said, "They can have their uses." the best thing about the other side was their compassion, it clouded their judgment, it made them want to save others, it made them cross a line with their good intentions which is what the road to hell was paved with.

Andras shook his head, "I wouldn't want to anger any boyfriend.." he looked at her and furrowed his brow, "I assume you have someone special." he unabashedly let his gaze rove over her form, "Otherwise it'd be such a waste."

Ate always enjoyed when men looked at her like that. Part of her power was just being an attractive woman. She stood up from the table, approaching him but keeping a couple of feet between them.

"Fiancé actually," Ate told Andras as she slowly looked him up and down, enjoying the view. "But I wouldn't say he's that special." Finally her eyes met his again and her smile was dark and playful.

Andras didn't move a muscle, just let Ate come closer. "Fiance?" he said in an impressed tone, "Must be special enough to get you to agree to marriage."

He held her gaze and smiled, "Let me guess, a nice strapping Greek God?"

"We only met ten minutes ago," Ate reminded him, eyes on his and lips turned up into a small smile. She lifted a finger then to trail it lightly across his shirt just below the collarbone. "I'm not sure you know what it would take for me to agree to anything."

"It's possible he's Greek," Ate agreed, not really all that interested in talking about Moros right then and their little play marriage. "It's possible he's something else. It's even possible there's no fiancé at all and every word that passes my lips is a lie."

Andras was pretty sure he was beginning to get an idea on what it would take to make Ate agree to something. He didn't even flinch when she touched him, just allowing her to do as she wanted.

He carried on like this was a perfectly normal conversation, "I'm relatively sure that while you tell beautiful lies from those luscious lips.. that this fiance is not one of them." he smirked.

"Maybe not," Ate grinned, not moving away at all. She didn't know if the demon was uncomfortable, but she also didn't much care. "Maybe it's Zeus and he's about to come banging down the door to murder whoever might be touching his little lady. That could be fun."

Andras didn't reveal if he was comfortable or not and still stayed in the same position, just watched her. "It's not Zeus." he knew enough about the Greeks to know that. He raised his brows and pointed out with a small smile, "And I'm not touching you." quite the contrary, she was touching him.

No, not Zeus. Daddy never paid Ate the attention she deserved. The last time he'd truly paid her any attention had been the day he'd thrown her from Olympus by the hair. Stupid daddy.

Ate grinned brightly at his last comment. "That's very true, sugar," she agreed, and then moved back to sit on the table - a slight bounce in her step - and recrossed her legs. "You're a very well behaved little demon."

Andras watched the hem of her dress ride up when she sat down again and then looked at her, "Sometimes. Depends on what I want to do."

He stood up from the chair and put one hand on either side of her, flat on the table. "Sometimes I can behave very badly." He leaned in close and grinned, "Thanks for the milk."

Ate grinned right back at him. "Anytime, pumpkin," she said. "Don't forget your puppy."