Serpentine Bliss. "Ain't that what Eve said to Adam back there in paradise?" Laughing, he takes that goblet out of her hand and tastes the drink. It's good. Not as good as the ambrosia, but it's good anyhow. With a dimpled one-sided grin he hands that big old goblet back to her and because he can and because it'll take her by surprise and because this Sphinx bar is one of the fanciest damn bars he's ever been in, and because they went to see the baseball together and because she bought him the hat perched right on her head, he leans forward and kisses her real pretty, real sweet, right on the lips.

Hathor chooses that moment to show up again. "Ah. Ra's Ambrosia is the drink of new lovers, did I mention that?" She raises one perfectly tweezed eyebrow, gives them an I-told-you-so look, and gestures her equally perfectly-manicured hand at their empty Ambrosia glasses. "Refills?"

Even a con-man knows there's such a thing as too much of a good thing. Leaning back in his seat, he pats his tummy. "Not for me. You, Marianne?" That name almost makes him laugh but hell, it's just one more nickname for Freckles. Sassafras. Cupcake. Pippi Longstocking. Boar Expert. Puddin'. Belle of the Ball.

Kate.