It's a little embarrassing, how wet his growl makes her. Melpomene's eyes blaze as she glares unflinchingly back at him, ignoring the heat in her thighs. "You forget what nobody did to Polyphemus," she warns him. "Don't you forget the power of a mortal with nothing left to lose, their capability for vengeance and retribution." She pulls her eyes away from his and looks over at the lieutenants she's spinning this fantasy about. "Maybe in a last desperate attempt, he gets a knife right into the big ones jugular, across that beautiful snake tattoo. Maybe the last thing Tragos does before he's killed outright is to hamstring the other as he goes down. Maybe you lose three of your best in one bloody moment of revenge." She turns her attention back to Ares, all her full attention, raising a hand to touch his cheek in a tender gesture that's completely at odds with the looks they're giving each other. "Maybe that's the story I'll tell."