She could not read his thoughts by any means, but she knew her brother well enough to notice a distinct lack of excitement in his tone. Excitement of any kind. To an extent, it delighted her. War was not meant to carry any emotion other than what was necessary to complete the tasks assigned to it. Perhaps, after all this time, he would become more like her. Perhaps then, Hera wouldn't be so quick to judge her own daughter.
That was beside the point.
"At least now you have come to your senses and... as they say, 'seen the light.'" The wine was alright, not up to her usual standards and had she for one second actually thought that any of her attendants would have had the audacity to not provide the best at the exact proper temperature; she would have killed them all on the spot. Instead, the foul taste in her mouth was quickly attributed to the talk of Aphrodite and not the actual quality of the wine.
Ares left before striking Aphrodite, something he regretted. Most pleasing. "You should have struck her. Though the filthy tart probably would have just skulked off to Father, ankles at her ears and begging for someone to 'avenge' her. If there is one thing Love loves, it's being the victim." Never does Aphrodite do wrong in her world, she always thought she was right and anyone who challenged that was scorned. She watched her brother's face carefully, for any kind of jealousy or rage at her eluding to their father having taken liberties with Olympus' favored whore.
"But even then, Mother would have taken your side immediately. I have to say, I wish you would have come to such a decision much earlier. So much trouble could have been avoided. Not to mention she wouldn't have gotten any sort of idea in her head that you were hers to order around." Yes, Ares should have struck her. Repeatedly. If he regretted not doing it, Enyo would gladly either attend his doing so for support, or take on the action herself. It was no secret she longed to cut the whore from labia to lips and spill the insides so many fought to thrust into to the ground like the refuse it was.