"Please say you'll go to the club with me tonight?" The princess begged Angel, as they walked into her room together.
"I already told you I can't. Ares is mad at me. What if he creates a scene at the club? Or something happens to embarrass me? I don't think I can take one more hate in my life," she said, plopping on the bed.
The princess followed suit with a pouty mouth, and a pleading childish gaze directed at Angel.
"Please don't be like that. Understand that I really would if I could. I just don't want to start or cause any trouble."
"But you're going to look so good, Ares will forget he's mad at you the second he sees you."
"You just told me it was him firing those heavy shots earlier. What makes you think someone that angry could calm down just by looking at me?"
"Because he's attracted to you, and looking good is the best way to earn one's forgiveness. Sex is another way too. Raw passionate sex."