For all of her talents, style and fashion have never been one of them. To be more precise, she's never bothered to pay much attention to them. She's had the luxury to rely on her wit and skill to open doors for her, and many who pass her off as a mousy bookworm are either worth ignoring or showing up, depending on what they have to offer her. As such, she's probably appearing a little less nice than Adonis, though she made an effort for her. She's wearing a long, loose gray skirt and matching coat, a green sweater, and black ankle boots. Practical attire that leaves her ease of movement. She's also got a scarf around her neck in a darker, forest green checkered color that is charmed to attack should any try and choke her with it.

Thessaly isn't physically that strong, so she survives with magic. Deceptions and illusions are her favorite sorts, perhaps no surprise then why she's been drawn to Morpheus and his realm of Dreaming.

It's why she doesn't mind smiling at a man who houses a monster inside of him - or rather, who has become one with the blood beast.

"Don't mind if I do." Playfully she takes off her scarf and drapes it around his neck, it remaining harmless like a normal scarf, and she shrugs out of her coat to lay on the back of a nearby chair. Her green eyes scan the space with open curiosity, though she keeps her fingers to herself. "This building has a lot of stories in its walls, doesn't it? Don't worry. I won't read yours, at least not before dinner." Can she actually pick up stories from walls? No. She'd need to find a spell for that. She's just messing with him.

"How are you? I hope better than you would be if you needed my help in the kitchen. If you're King of Hell, I'm Queen of Takeout."