The God just stared, his rage completely deflated, instead he felt absolute irritation at the mans almost arrogant tone. Walking up to the man he stood in front of him and seized him roughly by the jaw, his hold biting but not as vicious as it ought. He felt like he'd bared himself, even if it had only been a minute moment of weakness on his part. He huffed a breath, searching desperately for something, anything to show that his confused feelings of attraction were mutual. Am I that starved for intimacy?