Ares felt smug. He looked smug. But he needed a little time to pull himself together before he could get a second taste of her. He walked around the room, pulling on a hotel robe, ordering himself some room service for dinner and switching on the tv. He proceeded to ignore Luna for the most part of the next hour while he ate an expensive steak and drank some wine and laughed at reruns of some shitty syndicated show. He came to her when he was done eating to feed Luna some apple slices and a bit of wine, because he didn't want her passing out on him.