"Who you calling fuckboy, Bia? None of your fucking business!" Ares retorted. He rolled his shoulders, a nasty grin spreading across his face. Now things were getting interesting. Highly interesting. He wasn't really dressed for a fight, though. His clothes were going to get ruined. He slipped his jacket off and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
"I stand accused of something, what the fuck ever. Apparently I'm responsible for all the world's ills. So come on then. Lets go."