“So polite, now,” Ares said. “You seem to have found a little respect for the gods since the last time we met.” He looked around the room, examining her things, but in a way that made sure she knew he thought it all very meaningless, even embarrassing for her. He was aware that the power of his mere presence held her in place, and that if she attempted to go for the door, he would be able to stop her.
He stood up, wandering around the bed, and as he did so, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons, then slid the tie off his collar, letting the knot fall apart in his fingers.
“You know why I’m here, don’t you, Luna.” He used her name in a proprietary way, like he owned it, and her.