He was still trying to get rid of that nasty little burning in his chest when he sure as hell didn't get the right answer he was anticipating, but instead a borderline pissed off Aphrodite, and even Zel wasn't so foolish as to not understand that if he was not getting any before, he was so very well and thoroughly fucked now - and not in the way he was looking to.
"Hey, hey! Just, hold on a sec!" Risking life, limb and his dick, Zel reached out and caught Aphrodite's wrist before she could get very far in moving away. "Look, I'm sorry! You're catching me just a little freakin' off-guard here, 'Dite. If I assumed wrong for what you're saying, you're going to turn me into a eunuch. I try and make sure I'm not going to piss you off and I do it anyway and please dammit, I like sex and I like getting laid, so PLEASE don't turn me into a eunuch, 'kay? Just in case you haven't noticed, I've got a habit of acting before thinking and the one damned time I try, I still fuck it up. It ain't 'hard to get' when I'm just trying not to get a barstool bashed over my head, because unless I really did hear you wrong, but you were just propositioning me, right?" He was rambling and he knew it, but it didn't slow him in the slightest as he tried to state his case and not get his hopes up in the possibility that he was right or that he wasn't getting bashed in the head in about three seconds.