The smile that Eris gave him could have been sweet were it not for that edge of insanity that sat in her eyes as she looked at him. "You don't like the look?" Eris asked, smoothing her hand down what was left of the skirt and onto the ripped tights over her thigh. She leaned in, her grin wolfish and dangerous, and whispered: "and maybe a bit later."
Just having him this close made Eris' skin tingle, made her hands curl into fists, made her muscles tense for a fight. Being at Ares' side in Greece had always meant there was about to be a battle, and while that didn't always hold true now, the feeling remained.
"How about instead of a new boring lock," Eris said, "I give you a pretty thing." As she spoke she drew out the gun from the back of her dress, dangling it from her finger by the trigger guard.
"The Big Apple," Eris beamed with pride, as though it was all her own doing. "How could I resist? I'm thinking of painting the Statue of Liberty gold. For the LOLs."