"I'm everyone's favourite crazy bitch," Eris agreed quite cheerfully as Ares took the gun from her. She noted his trepidation - ever so slight but Eris saw it - and liked it. "Don't break it right away," she scolded him gently. "That baby's a cop killer."
"Eros?" Eris asked with distaste, having so little interest in his family. "Boy is far too interest in get people to fall in love, and you know my game is breaking them up."
"Momma's in charge?" Eris asked, delight entering her voice. "Oh, I love it. I can practically taste the Olympians tearing their own skin off in horror!" She clapped her hands together and beamed. (She said 'Olympians' but she didn't really think of Ares as being part of that. She saw him too much like herself to ever really be an Olympian, no matter what anyone said about the matter. She couldn't imagine taking orders from him, after all.)