It wasn't nothing, the way she moved against him, the mouth against his skin. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her closer -- it didn't matter who she was in that moment.
But when the challenge came, he grit his teeth and pushed at her shoulders to thrust her away from him. He wouldn't step away, but he didn't like her mouth.
That wasn't exactly true. Her mouth was... delightful. Even if it wasn't Aphrodite's mouth.
Still, there were similarities to his goddess that couldn't be ignored in this one. Was she truly a goddess? She felt like Aphrodite, when she was so near to him -- felt like her, but not exactly like her. It was confusing. He hated to feel uncertain. Clenching his fists, he looked around the empty Mountain. Nothing was the way it should be.
"Fine," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "Whoever you are, you've had your fun. Now go back to whoever sent you and tell him it didn't work." He bit off the rest of the thought. A second more, and he'd have invited her to his bed, later. And how would that be productive? Still... His eyes raked over her form. She wasn't... unpleasant.
"I'm going down," he grit out, giving her breasts a final leer, before dropping his essence down into the mortal plane. Were she a goddess, indeed, she could follow him with a touch of effort. He didn't expect her to do it, though.