"I meant this." Jamie pressed the slim package flat against Ares' chest. "You got my attention, all right," he said, smirking as he leant towards the Greek, their cheeks almost touching. His other hand rested lightly on Ares' thigh.
"If you want people to kill, I'll give them to you. Not millions, obviously, but enough to quench the thirst," the new god continued, almost purring, and slid his hand up.
"You don't need to send me funny little gifts if you want to mess with my staff or my schedule, Ares. Showing up unannounced will do the job just fine." Turning his head a little, Jamie brushed his mouth against the side of Ares' neck where the shirt had fallen away. "I don't mind scratching that particular itch of yours.
"If an office fuck is what you want," he said, flicking his tongue against the soft skin under his lips. His hand on the Greek's chest added a little more pressure. "This is not how you'll get that from me."