He nodded to her, breathless just as she directed him to slow his pace. He whimpered over her, but relished in the feeling of having her body so close to his. He craved it, and worked his hips slowly, deeply against hers, feeling all of her walls. He took her with care, rather than ravaging her as all men were wont to do, animals even in the face of something they didn't understand. Men took this for granted, this feeling, this fire. And Ares wasn't about to let it go to waste, not for them.