[And he just keeps going with the being sweet thing.

Thank goodness the lighting in this place isn't super bright so he won't be able to see the slight blush on her cheeks. Good job, dude. It takes a lot to get her to blush these days.

She takes the glass and tips it to her lips. When the liquid hits her tongue, she damn near spits it out but manages to get it down her throat. He bought it for her, she's determined to drink this vaguely vomit tasting concoction now.]

My favorite city, then. You'll think I'm crazy for choosing such a place. Little Hades is a cakewalk for an angel compared to Mnemosyne. Had to keep my wings concealed the whole time I was there but...it was worth it.

I've been in quite a few Hell cities, now. None of them even come close to being as beautiful as Mnemosyne.