❝ — I think you need to take five minutes to calm down. Your vibes are totally killing my mood. ❞
She stormed towards him. “Do you think I’m here to mess around, Mister Testosterone?” The wig came off then, revealing her mane of green tendrils with beady red eyes. They all hissed in unison, glowering at the god. “Your sister decided to fuck up my looks after Poseidon ruined me. She didn’t do it ‘cause she thought I deserved it. She did it so that if a pig like Barnacle Boy tried to touch me again, he’d be a beautiful little plaything in my collection. Now unless you want to share his fate, you’ll help out a poor gal, are we clear?"
"Last I remember, you need an able-body to go to war, Ares. So unless you want me to sell you to the Musée du Louvre, you listen to me very carefully. Catch my drift?“
