He cocked an eyebrow, as if it was a silent but very visible challenge for the punk-ass bitch to finish his sentence. Because when it came to smacking people around, Ares didn't joke about it, and he didn't care if he had to do it in the middle of a Michelin star restaurant or if he had to beat someone half-dead under a bridge.
"I think you owe someone a grand fucking apology, and if her cunt ain't wet by the time you're done making it up to her I will make you feel sorry."