“Fine.” He gives me that sarcastic smile, though his eyes are still clouded with the sorrow of losing Hera. “Well, you are all giggles and perpetual happiness with your bows and other frilly… things.” I nod slowly, stepping toward him. “And do you like that about me?” He doesn’t need a moment to ponder. “Among several other things.” “Good,” I say simply, placing a hand on my hip. “Because I’m not changing. I like my frilly, girly things.” “Oh, I know.” “See, I’m a—” “Lover, not a fighter,” he finishes for me.
