Sure, it was a friendly-seeming gesture on the outside. Well, except for the creepy god of death offering it to her. But she knew what it really was -- he was calling her out, challenging her and probably just trying to throw her off. If that was his game, she'd play.

She smirked, which was really the closest thing to a smile she could muster in his presence and took the glass from his hands. "Oh, thank you," Urd purred, batting her eyelashes. Without any hesitation, she the tipped martini back to her mouth and drained it in one go. She tossed the glass over her shoulder, which promptly burst into a puff of black smoke before disappearing.

Urd always was pretty impetuous.