"Well no, you're a war god, even if not for sex I'm sure you can find -some- use for them." She laughed again and shrugged.
It was coming back, and this is why she's so hesitant to sleep with him, so hesitant to tell him what she had to say too. She didn't want to give it up. Her friend. She cared too much.
"Ooooh, so you're a masochistic Lesbian woman at that." Another laugh and she shoved him down onto the couch, then curled up against his side, snuggling in after that brief show of dominance.
She didn't know as much about him as anyone who read a quick web site about his past. What she knew.. was the words he used, and how to watch for what's beneath. It's not that she knew more than others, it's that she cared to look beneath the history and the God to see the man.