“Oh.” He chuckled. “That is quite a while—you sure you want to imprison yourself like that?” Sometimes teasing was better. Ares just grinned as his fingers slipped into her hair, as always, gently and threading as if this was his lifeline to her.
Her comment was in pure latin, the kind they had spoken so long ago, her chin lifting. She leaned into his hand, “More like adventure than prison.”