i keep on running toward the fire

And if you feel like night is falling
I wanna be the one you're calling

Her possessiveness was intoxicating, and to hear her put his own thoughts into words so clearly was a heady thing. It was why he so enjoyed seeing her turn heads at the beach; it was why he always let a date walk into a room before him, just so he could see the envy in their faces. Without realizing it, he'd leaned in closer to her, his eyes fixed hungrily on her face as she talked. And when she shook off those tendencies, he came back to himself, leaning back with a satisfied smile.

Her next question was surprisingly simple after the intensity of the last, taking him aback. "I'm not," he said. "Not yet, anyway." He didn't have anything against the gods, he'd just also never really needed anything from them. Ludo with tricky, and it seemed like the logical choice for a thief, but George wasn't one to jump into a decision like that just because it seemed prudent to do so. Much like dating, he believed in building a relationship with a god or a herald, and he'd yet to have a chance to do that. "I haven't really gotten to know any of them, to know who I'd want to align with. What about you?"

Then, after her answer, because it was again his turn, he considered his next question, taking a sip of his wine. He'd leave her to ask the next hard question; for now, he'd stick to safer topics. "What do you do for fun?"

'Cause I believe that you could lead the way

George