Ares ground his teeth so hard it hurt. He did not try to stop them, just watched, furious, his eyes just about popping with impotent rage. He felt a cold shiver run through him, centering on his groin, coiling up there and taking hold. He wanted to grab her and shake her and make her undo everything but part of him didn't believe she could do it at all, and the other part didn't want to make it any worse.
The party was subdued. The guys kept looking at him, confused, wondering where their entertainment had gone and why Ares wasn't stopping it. He slowly turned back to face them, and forced his face to attempt to look less fucked off than he really was.
"Her madam. She wasn't finished with some other guy. Might send her back later," he growled. "MORE DRINKS!"
He went back down the stairs, following Hecate out onto the street. "HECATE! I'm getting married! Aphrodite will not stand for this-"