Attraction
Living for four thousand years exposed Kratos Aurion to plenty of pretty women. Though he'd never felt the need to play the field and get close to the women he saw, he could admit that they were pretty. They each had their own remarkable features about them, even if he didn't feel particularly compelled to go near them. It didn't matter how much make-up they wore, what dresses they donned themselves in or how charming their smiles were. Kratos could admit that they were pretty; but to him, they weren't attractive. It was strange, then, that while he could have – perhaps should have - been attracted to any one of the hundreds of dolled up girls who would have snapped him up in a heartbeat, he wasn't. But when he happened to pass by the Asgard Human Ranch after leaving Mithos, and he caught sight of a woman through the fence - a woman with dirt caked on her calloused hands and dressed in a brown rag of a dress, hair tangled and matted and a defiant flint in her eyes and a spirited grin in spite of it all, he felt his pulse speed p for the first time.