"I have my thumbs in a few pies," Ares replied, enjoying the way she was touching him. "I breed dogs, and I have a crew who perform various errands for me. Some people in this city think they are prepared for war, and I aim to show them how mistaken they are. And if the cops feel like they need tanks, well I'm gonna make them use them." He was oh so tempted to try and coax another screaming orgasm out of her. He stroked his fingers over the skin just below her navel, thinking about it, but perhaps better to leave her wanting more since he did have other appointments.
"Are you curious?" he asked, sucking from the bottle. "I have a fight school for my war dogs, it keeps their blood up so they don't lose focus. Did you want to see it?"