Love was not like that, not to her, and it offended her sensibilities that someone would consider themselves a goddess of it and beauty and be so damned selfish and ugly. Of course, she represented an ideal, rather than a truly worshipped god.
She wasn't what people thought a god should be, how someone with ultimate power should act. She was the loving and devoted submissive, the intelligent and caring partner, the graceful alabaster skinned doll.
She paused once she had reached a puddle of moonlight and turned back to look at him. "I'm not.. abandoning you, I'm just.. tired of arguing." A pause and then her hand was held out. "Come to bed soon?"