His gaze narrowed as he realized she had tricked him into a confession.
"Oh, don't pop an aneurysm," she said playfully. "I won't tell anyone that you were once a Greek. Although why you would hide it, I can't imagine, since Greek DarkHunters are 'the thing' in our world." She indicated the other end of her couch. "Have a seat, Mr. Cranky."
He moved to perch uncomfortably on the arm of her couch as he went back to watching the movie.
Danger was more fascinated by him and the sadness that seemed to engulf him while he was transfixed by Hollywood's interpretation of his world. For the first time, there was something about him that almost seemed human. "Were you a soldier?"
He gave a subtle nod.
She glanced to the screen, then back at Alexion as she tried to imagine him in Greek armor. Most likely, he would have been a fine-looking warrior. He was lean and absolutely ripped… that kind of ripped that made a woman want to spend hours tasting his abs and pecs. And she realized that his shoulder-length blond hair would have been really sexy peeking out from the back of his helm.
It made her wonder how his butt would compare to Brad's…
His scowl returned. "Why, if they're supposed to be Greek, are all of them speaking with an English accent?"
She laughed. "Didn't you know that British is, like, the universal 'foreign' language in Hollywood? They use it in any movie where they want to have a foreign feel to it, regardless of where it's set."
"But they're Greek. They should at least sound it."
"I know, just go with it."
He quieted down until they showed Brad confronting Brian Cox, who was playing King Agamemnon, the leader of the Greeks. "That's not Agamemnon," he said, making a face. "He wasn't that old. Clytemnestra killed him off long before he had a chance to go gray."
Not wanting to encourage him to interrupt any more, she hid her laughter. "Would you just watch the movie?"
"But that didn't happen. They're making all this up."
She tossed a pillow at him. "Look, Chatty Cathy, I'm not interested in historical accuracy. If I was, I'd be reading the Iliad—"
"That wasn't accurate either."
Danger paused as he gave her a clue to his real age. "Just how old are you?"
He scoffed. "Older than Ilion, obviously."
"So did you teach Ash how to be vague or did he teach it to you?"
He tossed the pillow back at her, then returned his attention to the TV where Helen was entering the scene. "They never get Helen right, do they? Man, she was truly beautiful. You should have seen her. She had a laugh that sounded like angels singing. And her body… Well, it was no wonder they had to get all her suitors to swear that they wouldn't kill her husband out of sheer jealousy."
Danger didn't comment. Scoping out other women wasn't her forte. Not to mention, she was turning a little green over his appreciation for a woman that had been dead for thousands of years.
"We can't all be Helen, now can we?"
She saw the "uh-oh" descend on his face as he realized what he'd just said. "You're beautiful too."
"Yeah," she said sarcastically. "Save it, bud. Too little, too late."
For once he was quiet.
At least until they got to the scene with Paris and Helen naked in Helen's bedroom. Alexion looked back at Danger. "So his butt has no appeal for you?"
Danger choked on her popcorn. Good Lord, the man had no couth. He'd ask her anything. She was never sure what might come flying out of his mouth next.
Coughing, she looked at him in disbelief.
"Not really," she answered once she could catch her breath again. "I'm not a big Orlando Bloom fan, unless he's playing Legolas in Lord of the Rings. Now Legolas is one elf I wouldn't toss out of my bed for eating crackers. I have to give the casting director credit. Whoever looked at him and thought, 'gorgeous blond elf,' definitely deserves an award of some kind."
He indicated Eric Bana, who was playing Hector. "What about him?"
"He's okay, but not my taste. I'm not that attracted to brunets. I like blonds better, which is why I adore Orlando as Legolas and not Paris."
There was no missing the spark of interest in his eyes. "That's good to know."
Danger had no idea why she liked teasing a man she really should hate, and yet she couldn't seem to help herself. "Well, that information does you no good."
"Why not? I'm blond."
"Yes, but you're not human." She looked back at the screen where Brad Pitt, as Achilles, was fighting with his cousin. "Then again neither is he," she said with a breathless sigh. "I swear, that man is a god."
Alexion snorted. "He's not a god and that wasn't Achilles's cousin in real life. Not unless you make him a 'kissing' cousin if you catch my drift."
"Drift? That was more like a typhoon, Mr. Suave, and you're not telling me anything I didn't know except for the Brad being a god part. There you're most definitely wrong. Just look at that body."
"It does nothing for me."
"Well, it should."
He made a sound of disagreement. "I've seen better."
She gave him an arch stare.