If embarrassment were a muscle, I'd be huge.

You'd be surprised at what you'd do to stay alive.

A few months ago you assassinated a man who called himself a god; now you're going after a goddess in truth. Unless you can figure out a way to kill continents, after this you're going to have to retire.

If embarrassment were a muscle, I'd be huge.

Her nudity is her armor. It blinded the drooling fools. They couldn't see anything else while they saw her body.

Put on some armor. Just remember what's armor and what's you, so when it's time to take it off, you can.

If you are not free to say no, your yes is meaningless.