Derek pushed him against the wall in his living room, fixing him with an I-dare-you-to-fight-me stare. Of course he didn’t. Using his power would’ve given him an unfair advantage over the detective. He wasn’t sure if he could best this sexy dark-eyed mortal. They seemed evenly matched physically. 

No, he wouldn’t fight Derek. His passion hung in the air as thick as the heaviest fog in Olympus, but instead of a cold, wet mist, Derek’s desire was hot and steamy.