For over the course of...many centuries that Jason, the god of war, has not kept count, he has been hopelessly and fruitlessly flirting with the goddess of peace. It was ironic, really. Every interaction they had left him longing more than he already has been. She left him surprised, always, even though nothing hardly challenged him. His dear goddess of peace did not seem to actually reciprocate, and but what did he know of emotions?

"Your lips look lonely," So, here he was again, after a meeting with The Outlaw council, using one of the many pick up lines mortals had to offer. He was internally freaking out. But, outwardly, he remained the same. "Would they like to meet mine?" That sounded better in his head. For how could a god be so terribly smitten?