He let her drag him closer but kept his hands to himself for now. He wouldn't trust Eris this close. Knowing her, she'd put a knife in him. Or something worse. "You look ridiculous by the way. And fuck you." He couldn't deny he wasn't as powerful as her. They'd been equals once, a long time ago.
Not so much anymore. Ares wasn't as remembered as she was. He no longer had warriors chanting his name as they prepared for battle. "I have a hangover." He'd use that as an excuse. It was one thing
, and another thing
"Yeah and now you owe me a new lock too." He'd just call Aphrodite for that at the end of the day. She supplied him with most things. "What brings you to town? Besides the giant irony of it's nickname."