A trump card? Jord raised a brow slightly, but she did not speak of it. There would be time, lots of time and other times to speak of such matters, and if they were out of time? It hardly mattered. The goddess listened quietly.
Jord rose, tossed her cigarette aside, and crossed over to him, slipping hand around his sides, tentative at first. She gave him a galnce and there was a question in it, a request for some manner of permission, and what ever she saw in his eyes it was enough for her. The goddess wrapped her arms around him, laid her head against his chest.
"Lust has never been one of my aspects," she murmured softly. "I was built for monogamy. Built to serve a god, to build him up and make him into something amazing. Built to love but also to question. Built to be discontent with being second." Jord sighed and closed her eyes, listened to his heartbeat.
"Mortals...when they want to change, they require only the willpower to do so. It is us, the immortals, who have such trouble with changing. We are what we were created to be, but..." she paused, pulling back from him enough to look in his eyes, brushing some of the hair from his eyes, swiping tears from his cheeks. "It isn't impossible to....tweak our aspects. Even if changing them is. You have to choose what you will feed, what you will starve, and you've already done that....even though you and I both know it wont be easy....or simplistic."
She leaned up and pressed a kiss to the edge of his jaw, just a small, soft kiss, hoping that he understood that she was undetterred. That she was pleased with his honesty, no matter how harsh it was. No matter how awful he thought that it was.
"That is what I want. To love you, not to own you, to make you feel good but not guilty, to give you strength but not through trickery. Honesty. And I am sorry that I have upset you, that I have driven you to such frustration. I did not mean to."