The slap stung, and he brought a hand up to his face. "Bitch-" he hissed.
It seemed the jig was up. Why continue to pretend? Now that Freyja suspected him, she would never relent. He remembered that well. So he shook off the strike and sneered at the goddess. "I only made mistakes because I'm getting sick of this dull shell. Beautiful, but boring, isn't he? You coming to town gave me a reason to keep it going longer, though. Longer, and harder." He made a lewd gesture at her, openly ogling her breasts.