#bragimp

Oh Phoebtor just wanted to eat him. 

A smile curls at the god’s lips as he watches his counter part glance away once more, as if a lingering gaze would somehow petrify him, like staring longingly into the eyes of medusa herself. Resting his chin on his hand, propped up on the arm of the chair he’s currently sat in, Phobetor has no such qualms as he hadn’t looked away yet. His long legs are folded neatly under the small table between them holding their drinks, his own red wine barely touched but for a mouthful to wet his apetite and enjoy the invigorating flavours. 

Tino had a small smile grow on his face happy to see that his guess was right. He could understand that. Everyone was different..

“Gossip? About me?” Diana shifted uncomfortably at the very idea of that, biting her lip. She had never thought of herself as someone gossip-worthy-- she often tried to be invisible, to blend in with the walls, after all. Why would someone like her be gossiped about? Especially in regard to her powers, which she certainly did not flaunt. Unless what had happened back in Toronto with her ex had somehow come back to haunt her...

“I'm not sure I understand..” his eyebrows furrow trying to wrap his head around the advice the god is giving him. It was nice to be able to hear someone else that seemed well versed in Spanish but the statement that went with it he feels like there could be many ways to interpret. 

After taking some time to think he turns his gaze back to the older man. “So everyone is different? What might work with one person, may not work with another?” he takes a guess eagerly waiting to see what the other man thought. 

“What?” Diana nearly choked on the singular word, all the colour draining from her face. For a moment, she was struck dumb, unable to form words in response. After all, how was she supposed to respond to that? It was quite the greeting. “No, never,” she replied earnestly, her stomach in knots.  She did not see why she would ever keep a heart-- it would be cruel and terrible and disgusting, and the very thought of it really made her want to throw up; a feeling that she tried hard to shove down.

But then again. It would be a fitting punishment for a certain someone. To hold onto his heart and be able to use it against him when she needed to. To literally take control back into her hands and give him a taste of his own tyrannical medicine. She did not have the stomach for that, though-- it would take someone braver and crueler than her to do something like that. An eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind, after all.