The biscuits might have been Girl Scout cookies in another life; Alec hasn't ever been particular in where he gets his food. If it doesn't poison people, he's happy. Unless he doesn't like the people.

"I've been told I have a healthy allergy to rules, much like my allergy to cats," he said, pushing a cup of tea at her, with sugar, honey, lemon and cream for Requiem's choice. Being Alec, he's mixed up a tea that tastes like ... whatever sort of tea she's feeling like. "I get that - immortality and godliness aren't necessarily related. If immortality were the only requirement to be a deity, then I would be one."