The God of War is known to be hot-headed and quite temperamental. Because of this brash behavior, he was not as well-liked or worshipped as his half-brothers on Mount Olympus, who spread light, nor was he like his former lover, who spread love and lust.

This sense of discrimination once angered him, as much else did, but now, with you, he didn't see the need to indulge in such petty emotions over something like this.

"How I treasure you," Ares whispers, trailing his fingertips along his lover's arm as they sit upon his lap.

Ares's lips press against your ear, trailing along the lobe as if finding comfort in the place you sat. So, different from Aphrodite, who he had been following around for ages. Though it was apparent he would never be the one to hold her heart, considering how her eyes wandered to many Gods and attractive faces.

"I should grow angry at the Gods for allowing me to waste my time on such a wench when you were within my grasp," he growls against your ear. "But, I suppose we will make up for lost time with the eternity we will spend together."