arrays | yours in demigodishness

Don't be a baby. [She says with a roll her eyes.]

Want me to kiss it better? [She mocks him because she likes him.]

You go head to head a goddess of snow and see how you like it, [ he retorts. His expression is unimpressed as he offers Faye his hand, still covered in flames. ]

You're welcome to try, but if I remember right, you might get burned. And what a shame that would be.

[She rolls her eyes on him.]

I'm glad you made it a whole two seconds before you made me regret helping you.

Hey, I didn’t make you come here. You did that on your own.

And it was a mistake, clearly. [She gives him an intense glare.] What did you do to piss someone off this time anyway?

No one. It was a joke, [ he says with a quiet sigh, letting the flames fade away as his wrist thaws. ] We had a party last night, shit happened. Travis thought he was being funny.

You have terrible taste in friends, you know that, right?

What, you mean like you?

Excuse you. I'm the one who just freed you, ungrateful little shit. [Which should not be said with such fondness.]

You wouldn’t know how to respond if I was, [ he retorts, grinning in spite of the heat in his words. ]

You know, you could TRY to show some gratitude. Get creative, Valdez.

What? You want me to make you some cookies now that the oven’s free? Is that what you’re telling me?

I didn't take you for much of a baker.

I’m not, [ he says with a snort. ] So, what then? Am I supposed to bow down and profess my undying dedication to you because I’m oh so grateful?

[ He rolls his eyes, just so she knows how ridiculous he thinks this is. ]

Hmm, well I wouldn't say no . [She gives him a teasing grin.]

Or you can just owe me a favor of my choosing. One you can't say no to when I cash it in.

Yeah, well, don’t count on it.

[ He pauses, staring at her in disbelief. ] You’re joking, right? That’s like giving Connor and Travis free reign to do whatever they want with no consequences. No way.

What? You don't trust me? Leo, that hurts. [She gives an exaggerated mock pout.]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Please. You are not the puppy-dog eyes kind of person, Faye.

[She laughs, the look dropping away instantly.]

So you know me so well, hm?

I know you well enough to know that, [ he counters easily. ] Why are you so determined to have me at your beck and call, anyway?

Because I'm secretly in love with you, obviously. [you know when people make jokes to hide that they do actually mean what they're saying? Yeahhhh....]

Sure you are, [ he says sarcastically, shaking his head. ] And I'm the god of rain and destruction.

You're the God of getting himself into messes he can't get out of. So you should be grateful to have me around. Next time I'll just ignore your call, brat.