"I wish you would," Ate purred, sliding her hand down, cupping his balls. "Bend me right over, own me, break me." The words she threw at mortals she wanted to intoxicate and destroy were so very similar to everything she threw at a god. All men were the same, really, and it took so little to control them. The trick was to always think they were the ones in control, and that it wasn't her poisonous little voice inside them. "But what if more cops show up during? While poor little me is getting ravaged by big strong you?"