Can I play too?

"You don’t have the right to boss me around, stranger," she muttered a bit bitterly, though with a teasing undertone to keep him from taking her statement to heart. "Leave me alone to die," Melinoe said dramatically, closing her eyes and placing the back of her wrist to her forehead in a full-out theatrical pose. 

"If that is what you wish, I could end your miserable existence now if you so wish it." He frowned then, tugging down her blankets.

Whether she lost the taste for it or now, Louie and her had no choice but to be ccompelledto his every whim. The very reason he had even followed him here was because he had suspected that the human had something up his sleeve, but they were too entranced with the man to take notice. "What do you mean, with the present circumstances? Has he wronged you recently?"

"I’m beginning to think it might be time to leave New York, for a while…"

"I appreciate that you express my pain for me, but I cannot step in the sunlight."

She frowned deeply at him. It was true that she hadn’t know him as long as Damian had, but he was still her friend. Because Edna never really had many. “There’s a monster in everyone, just waiting to get out,” she said calmly, looking down. “But I do listen. I listened when you told me not to say a word. I’ve done nothing to endanger either of you. I wish for once you’d listen to me.”

He didn't want to hurt her, these new found feelings of humanity wanted to prevent him from doing it at all, but he knew he had to. "Not some metaphorical monster," he snapped. "We eat humans for a living, Edna. You are food to us. You've done nothing to endanger us, but you're still throwing yourself in the cage with wolves."

"We’re having a small gathering at our apartment.  You’re more than welcome to come."

"So I can eat all your guests?"

"I don’t know what you want me to say."

"Why would you believe him over me? What has he done for you that I haven't? If I recall, he was quite ready to get rid of you the moment he had the chance."

"No. I mean— how did you know? I thought… I thought you didn’t remember anything."

"But I do... I do know. That necklace I gave you, my mother hand one of the same."

"I don’t care what you say. I believe in him, and I believe his promise. After all, he isn’t the one who bit me."

"After barely a month of knowing him? You know nothing about him, I've known him for centuries."

"You don’t know…" She furrowed her brow, not quite how to go about explaining this whole mess when she herself didn’t understand it entirely. Aside from that, she wasn’t sure how he’d take the news either; if he’d look at her differently, or if he’d even go as far as to see her as the freak the other gods and mortals used to think she was, but Dami, more than anyone else, had to understand her at some level. He knew what it was like to be considered an abomination, and surely he wouldn’t recoil at the thought of her being one too. "Dami… Mara Magdalena.. that’s not who I am. She’s just one of my lives as a mortal. My real name is Melinoe. Does that… ring any bells?"

"Mortal? You are mortal," he pointed out with a vague frown, looking her over. "Melinoe. Is that the Greek woman you were wondering about?"

"I know he isn’t, but…he promised he would never hurt me."

"He's not human, and neither am I. He cannot promise what is in his nature to do, Edna."

"Of course."

I suppose sometimes that’s true, after all they’re the ones who can hurt you the most.

"The same goes for you, to them."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Louie is not human. You know this. If given the chance, he'll take it."

"You're Mara."

She said nothing for a moment, her insides suddenly twisting with a mix of mostly worry and disgust at the turn the conversation had taken. She supposed she should have expected it, considering Damien’s outright hatred for Thierry. But still… she hadn’t seen much of Thierry as of late and it worried her slightly, so instead of trying to deny it completely she just asked, “And what? You and Louie will?”

"Perhaps not Louie," he doesn't even try to lie, but his face is rather earnest when he looks at her, as if trying to confess. He wasn't entirely fond of these new found things, and a bit of him was a bit angered that he remembered his past at all, but he felt the need to at least let her know. "But I will. I've already promised you that."

"And they’re also the ones that deserve most o’ our trust."

"Not always."