"Tch, people who can't eat leftovers or turn their noses up to anything that isn't spoiled piss me off," she answered, snagging the bottle back from him with a faint scowl.

"And you're the one with all the rules, Princess. I don't mind pussy-footing around the details and taking the time but until then I'm gonna take what I can get."

She tipped the bottle against her head by way of toast and salute before taking another swig, eyes at half mast as she imagined she could taste the saliva there, eyes fixed on Dante as she did.