Anteros hugged his mother tightly, cuddling into her and letting her treat him like a child which in many ways he still was. His happiness was easily felt and unmatched, as much as Eros was first in his life, mother ranked a close second. Not that anyone would say that to her..
He didn't mind sharing her with Eros, he'd share anything and everything with him. But when the hug ended, he still rested his head on her shoulder. He seemed put out when Eros brought up his fashion sense again.
"Mother doesn't care if I wear these wretched things. I am in the form that she created me. She loves me this way." he looked at her with earnest eyes, "Don't you, mother?" if anyone could understand Anteros' aversion to clothing, it would be Aphrodite. She was his creator, and when she had brought him to life, he had been naked. Not covered in pants, scarves, shirts, jackets, hats, underwear, and shoes. She'd love him regardless, wouldn't she?