While heβd watched TV and ate, Luna had slowly pulled herself up to sit, working it out around her ties. She watched the sitcom over his shoulder because there was little else of interest for her to do.
Her body tightened when Ares came over to her, but she ate the apple slices and the wine as they were offered to her.
She said, βthank you,β instead of fuck you, and even succeeded in making them not sound like the same phrase.