Despite the fact that she turned him on, he was also just smart enough to know when to press for sex and when not to. She always made his head cloudy, and he always tried keeping his head cool when off the battlefield.
Aphrodite would not thank him if he called her and informed him half his block was drenched in blood because Eris had paid him a visit.
"Still a crazy bitch then. Glad to know some things never change." even though she had, as had he. The lack of battles made him calmer (and restless at the same time), and he was sure her little joke of a religion had done a number on her. He remembered a time she'd greet him by either dragging him to a field of battle, or just tried to slit his throat.
He took the gun and studied it. He liked his fists and close combat, but all forms of battle intrigued him. "Nice." He reached for it, but kept his eye on her. Trusting Eris was like trusting a shark. Both of them bit you when you weren't careful.
"I cannot believe you actually talk like that. Do me a favor and never go near Eros. You two would get along far too well." He didn't even want to know what mischief his son and Eris could cook up. It'd probably make the Trojan war look like a temper tantrum.
"Hey funny story of the year. Ice Bitch is ruling the pantheon while my dad's off fucking the country."