"I've got four of them," Aphrodite counted. "They come back." Aphrodite felt it would teach the nymph a lesson.
"Actually," Aphrodite told the war god as she approached him, her voice low, "that's exactly what you are. My faithful hound, despised by all the gods but me." Close to Ares, Aphrodite could feel the warmth of his body, could see the muscles moving in those strong arms of his. The gaze she slowly tracked down his body was equal parts dismissive and suggestive. To taunt him entertained her, just as she knew he loved to torment her.