He leaned against the table, pinning his elbows on its surface and pushing his hips and feet back behind him. Liam was certainly testing the furniture's integrity with even just some of his weight. It was very quiet for some time; just the seeming couple drinking their respective alcoholic beverages. If you can even call Sloane's alcoholic if you ask him. Not that anyone would ever. The son of Ares stared at her, and it seemed to have made her nervous because she ruined what could have been a great moment. Not saying that it would have been, but it could have! Slowly but surely he was easing himself out of his crude language and into more sensitive and kind verbiage. The man wasn't going to change overnight, but he was doing his best.
Yet, again, "You can go... mingle. I'm sure there's more thrilling company." Liam tried really hard not to look as annoyed as he really was on the inside. In fact, his expression was perfectly flat with just the smallest hint of a sigh threatening to break free from his lips. He's starting to wonder if there was something wrong with him. Then again, maybe it was nothing - maybe he just couldn't read her at all. To be fair, he wasn't used to a woman's wishy-washiness. Sometimes Sloane did these little things that led him to believe that there could be something, and then she goes off and reminds him that he's not her keeper - or she his. He doesn't even know what that means!
Luckily for the both of them, Eve had wandered over. Had she been there all along? No, no - he would have noticed all of that even with Sloane in his presence. Something about the blonde just brought him down to his very basic reptilian brain, and she digs him. She totally does. It just so happened that she was leaning directly in front of him; the pair practically breathing on one another as she makes her declaration, "God, I’d die for some."
And for a few minutes there, all it took was some salaciously plump flesh showing through the black sheer of her top, and Sloane slipped into the back of his mind. He didn't mean to do it, but he just couldn't stop it. If he had reached deep down inside and gave himself time to process whatever feelings are beginning to fester for the Eris woman, then this would not be happening. He had different wants of both ladies, but only one he understood.
One of his fingers tapped on the glass in hand as his eyes dip down to view all of her goodies since she so graciously offered him the treat. "All you need to do is ask, you know," he reminds her, his own voice dipping notes below his habitual pitch. He's in deep flirtation mode, and the way he seems to have to push his hips back a little more is indicative of the blood having had rushed from his head (though it's arguable he had any there anyway) to that place where the pants made it almost impossible to hide. He should have worn dark pants or jeans. No one ever noticed these things in jeans.
Closet time with someone is going to be hella awkward if he didn't think about things to get rid of it. But he couldn't because she's still here and she's still hot. There are things he'd do to Eve the moment he got his hands on her, but she also liked to resist him. He wasn't sure if he liked that or if it annoyed him. It was probably both. Regardless of her little cat and mouse games, one of his hands grasp some of that lovely blonde hair and forcibly pulled her forward, just a little bit. They were already close to each other anyway. He didn't want to actually hurt her, of course, but he also didn't believe that she'd mind. He's a douchebag kind of a guy - the girl comes to him, he's the dominant one. It's never the other way around. His total one-eighty from being gentle with Sloane to manhandling Eve was telling of his personality, and also of the stark difference between the two women now before him.
He whispered in her ear, "I don't think you want to keep teasing me, minx. You might regret it later when I finally get tired of it and actually just do all of the things that I know you're wanting me to do." It was a low near growl that didn't sound creepy at all. No... It was all Liam though; rough, horrible to women, assertive, and all that stuff that no one likes. He wasn't going to do anything bad to her - he had his limits, but boy was she pressing his buttons. She would probably never walk right again when she decides to stop all the coming and going. Then he let her go because he didn't want to keep her hair pulled for very long, and she didn't seem the type that wanted to stay in one place. If he had any blood flow to his brain, he might have realized that he just failed the fuck out of this test. But who could blame him?
He let her go just in time for her to look back at Mason, and so did Liam. Honestly, he didn't want to go about stealing away the girlfriend of a guy whose dad just got put away. He might have some serious issues, and the Ares child didn't want to deal with another crazy guy and his godly powers. "I’ll catch you later maybe?" But that didn't sound much like one of those questions she wanted to be answered, and he already made himself perfectly clear to her moments ago. She slipped away from him, and he watched - he watched until he caught Sloane in his peripheral as if she appeared suddenly out of nowhere like the good angel on his shoulder telling him Eve's ass was not for the consumption of his eyes.
Then it hit him - guilt. Overwhelming guilt. The worst part, yet, was that he wouldn't even dare to move because he was still horribly attentive to all of his sordid thoughts. He couldn't even speak! What the hell was happening to him? He needed to say something, and when he does... well...
"I swear to god if she teases me one more time..." he huffed in a flustered tone, letting the rest of the statement linger off into unknown territory.
Yeah, he really failed this test. This fledgling relationship, if one could call it that, was weak. Liam is trying to skirt around the idea that he has a thing for Sloane. She hadn't even slept with him yet, and he's perfectly okay with having her around, being close, catching glimpses of her when she's not looking - all of those cute little romantic things you see in movies and shit. It didn't help that Sloane was also to blame, as she kept trying to wiggle in remarks that were designed to push him away. Eve wouldn't even need magic to manipulate anything.