"Yeah, but obviously I respect all that more than you give me credit for. Or that first time your ass was drunk I would have." He retorted playfully. Arron would leave that part of the subject where it was. "Not just decent sex." He added in before she could finish her sentence. And then, "I don't think of women as just notches. It's about the actual pleasure, doll. I don't drop friendships just because something goes wrong on the physical end or there's some bunting heads. That's life. Everyone gets angry and wants to beat the shit out of their friends at some point." He purposefully skipped answering the real question.
Arron didn't actually have an answer. He had never bothered having anything but an open relationship. Even in his past life with Aphrodite- who'd he get jealous over at the drop of a hat, he couldn't end the obsession and want just because she trailed off with another guy- or was married. It was their just in their nature. To him, relationships were about enjoying the other person's company for more extended periods than normal.
With her in his arms, his pace had picked up to it's normal quicker speed. He didn't really need to slow walk anywhere, he didn't get tired from moving quicker and it kept up his leg muscles. He was glad the subject got changed to better topics. "Hey, it's your mouth making you hit the cement, not me." A mischief sparkled behind his eyes, his smirk attempting to hide. "But someone would have to see to the wound."
He fake dropped her from his arms before quickly catching her and placing her on her feet. "Here we are, Mistress. Now to the warming part of the night."