Without even thinking, Diana took his arm. Flirting felt like falling back into an old, comfortable pillow. It was a habit that made her feel secure and in control. Something she needed desperately, really, given the state of her life. Or unlife, as it was. And if, somewhere, in the back of her mind, Artemis' voice was warning her against being too trusting too quickly, well. She just ignored it.

What was the worst that could happen to you when you were already in Hell?

"That's one way to have a good time," she said, giving him a sultry smile as she lowered her eyes and peered up from under her heavy lashes. "And I'm sure a handsome gentleman like yourself can think of a few others, before the night's over."