"Yes, but you're not human." She looked back at the screen where Brad Pitt, as Achilles, was fighting with his cousin. "Then again neither is he," she said with a breathless sigh. "I swear, that man is a god."
Alexion snorted. "He's not a god and that wasn't Achilles's cousin in real life. Not unless you make him a 'kissing' cousin if you catch my drift."
"Drift? That was more like a typhoon, Mr. Suave, and you're not telling me anything I didn't know except for the Brad being a god part. There you're most definitely wrong. Just look at that body."
"It does nothing for me."
"Well, it should."
He made a sound of disagreement. "I've seen better."
She gave him an arch stare.
"Not like that," he snapped indignantly. "I mean... I never-"
"Give it up, Greek man. You've already drifted out to sea and are drowning fast."
Alexion should have been angry and appalled by this turn in their conversation, but he strangely wasn't. It had been countless centuries since anyone had teased him like this. He had to give her credit, she was swift and intelligent.
He watched her as she ate the popcorn. "Why is that white?"
"How many questions are you going to ask me?"
"I was only curious. And given how many questions you've asked me, it's only fair that I return the favor."
"Yeah, well, you don't have to do it in the middle of my movie." She sighed as she raked her hand through the popcorn. "It's always white unless you put stuff on it." She held the bowl out to him. "Want some?"
"There's no need. I can't taste it," he reminded her.
"It's air popped without butter or salt. There's not much to taste, but you can feel the texture of it, right?"
He supposed. Reaching out, he took a small handful and ate it. True to her prediction, it did feel odd in his mouth. It was crunchy and light. "Why do you eat this if it has no taste?"
"I like it. It's good for you."
"You're immortal. Nothing foodwise is bad for you."
She gave him a menacing glare. "Would you just watch the movie?"
Danger was a bit stunned when he shifted so that he could sit beside her on the couch. He also continued to eat her popcorn. It was really odd to have someone here with her. Not even Keller shared her late-night/early-morning movie. It was something she'd always done alone to unwind after her duties. There wasn't a great deal of Daimon activity in Tupelo. Most Dark-Hunters got rather testy when they weren't busy, but she kind of liked it.
So she spent many nights at home alone with her DVD collection or on the phone talking to other female Dark-Hunters. Her favorite ones to talk to were Ephani, who was a local Huntress and Zoe, who had just been moved to New York City. Both of them ancient Amazons, they had some interesting takes on how to treat men.
Most of which involved whips, chains, and handcuffs.
Alexion's hand collided with hers as they both reached into the bowl. She was still surprised by the coldness of it. No wonder he kept his coat on.
"Why are you so icy?" she asked.
"I'm cold?"
"Like a corpse."
"Oh," he said, as if he really weren't aware of the fact that his body temperature would rival an ice cube's. "Well, I am dead."
"So am I, but I have a pulse and some warmth." Which gave her a strange idea. Taking his wrist into her hand, she realized that he didn't have a pulse.
She swallowed as he watched her. "Why don't you have a pulse?"