The idea of a woman stopping Ares doing anything was an impossible one to absorb. The 'witch' part of the sentence barely registered, but then - just another way to say bitch, wasn't it? (In the back of his mind he remembered the first time he'd met Melpomene, the way she'd pulled words out of his mouth he never would have said, no matter how sexy. Remembered thinking she was a bit of a witch.)
"I think you can," he replied, eyes drawn first to those long legs and naked feet on the dash, but second to the devilish smile on her lips. It drew one out of him in turn, a sharp curling of one corner of his mouth.