Fine. He rather thought she'd look quite ravishable in it. But then, she was ravishable in anything. Ares pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the pool table.
"Cut? I don't have a knife any more." Ares tore it instead, always relishing the give of fabric, and tossed it aside. "Did you want to keep your underwear too?" he asked, unbuckling his belt.