He didn't think she'd get this worked up. Especially since it was over him. He didn't know if anything he could say would make her calm down or make her want to smack him.
Her getting all worked up over it in her current state wasn't a good idea, either.
He rose to his feet and his hands alternated between curling into fists and relaxing, deciding between wanting to reach out to her and just let walk it off, let her cool off.
"I am the god of war, Fetish. I can take it. I know what I was getting into when I got myself into these relationships with these people. I've thought about what would happen. It doesn't..."
He felt bad now, having her... react like this.
"It doesn't bother me, Fetish. And it shouldn't bother you."