Snippet #1491235

Fate looked at Iris. She leaned over to whisper in the girls ear, and asked her. "Who is he?" not receiving an immediate answer, she turned to the man and held out her hand to shake. "how do you do? I'm fate." Her hand not being taken immediately, she did a curtsy. It was ridiculous, but so was standing around with your hand outstretched like a giraffe neck.
Looking closer at the dog who was with him, she realized that this was the fabled Jack about whom so much she had heard, that Cain so very hated. She didn't see anything wrong with him. He wasn't tearing off kitten heads or anything. Maybe Cain just didn't like him because he had a dog. Fate patted the dog on the head, then corrected her previous error.

"Get out. this is none of your under-worldly concern. And if it is, then can you please just pretend it isn't? We are expecting company, and I really don't want any bloodshed on my nice new carpet" she said motioning down. she wasn't kidding. She had actually gotten a new rug for the apartment they were in- the old one was much too tattered.