Despite everything she was throwing at him, the man seemed to be more concerned about the host than his own sense of apprehension. It had miscalculated, pushed too hard perhaps. She shrugged, as if dismissing his question and took another drink, that smile still on her face.

"Oh, I've always been those things, you should've seen the men who fell before me. Kings. Emperors. Generals...Of course, by the time the first World War came around, she'd regained her soul and hence wasn't involved in that."

Zelos' drink arrived before she realized she'd misspoken. Hopefully the man would be too distracted by the rest of the sentence to notice.

"What about you? What were your glory days like?"