Ellie glanced up from the book she was reading--another crappy romance; honestly, she could have written much better. Maybe she should try--and frowned slightly.

"Sure," she said, gesturing to another chair. She hadn't exchanged any meaningful words with Uriel since the angel had come requesting access to Sugarplum, but Loki's comments the night of Frigga Blot had been kicking around the back of her head ever since. If the god had been implying what she thought he had, the Severer was potentially in for a world of hurt. "What's up?"