Ares reached out to stroke his fingers across her collarbone. "Dull without you in it," he said. With a sigh he sat up and leaned on his knees. "But the same. Work work work. Gotta keep the worship alive." He was just about recovered from the mess of the last twelve months, he thought, but it was a hard thing to quantify. No more dissent, though, and he'd worked his men hard.