Ares wasn't about to let her forget he was there, so he stroked the tips of his fingers against her side and murmured, "Not too much later."
Eros sighed internally. Ares was so predictable. "Not much," he replied, picking up a single cherry tomato and popping it into his mouth to feel it burst between his teeth. "Just a couple of bags of things. I am so grateful to you. Is there any way I can make my stay worth your while?" Perhaps there was some job she would need help with. It'd fill the time.