"You are far too useful an ally for Father to discard you so easily." She raised her glass and drank calmly, eyes never stopping in their examination of him. What exactly had happened to her brother? While parts of this change were pleasing to her, it was still strange. He almost seemed a stranger, sitting there with relative calm in discussion of a conversation that should have, by all rights, have had his blood boiling and his muscles twitching with anticipation. "We are both far too useful, especially if what I think is brewing... is brewing."
Something glorious was going to begin, if the excitement pulsating in her core was any indication. Something absolutely glorious. Something that would give both of them a chance to test the entirety of what they were made of. If a grand scale gods war was being planned, only a fool would cast aside War. Any god or goddess that held that title was an invaluable resource in battle.
As for the Queen of Whores, Enyo could easily suggest many ways to cause Aphrodite enough pain to leave her longing for death; though her brother wasn't like to be fond of any of them. Ares would know far too well that to break someone, you had to start with what was dearest to them. And nothing was dearer to Aphrodite than her massive brood of spawn. Problem was, those children that were closest to Love were ones that Ares would likely never raise a hand against; they were his brats also.
Unfortunately, for that same reason, Enyo would also raise neither palm nor blade to them. It was an unspoken and unwritten rule in her world; she did not harm the brats. No matter how much they might deserve it. No matter how many fantasies she had about clipping the wings of the fluttery ones permanently And above all, she could not and would not harm The Brat - the top of the list and the one Ares protected far more than he should, far more than the kid deserved. As long as she and Ares got along, his brood were immune.
Shame that.
"There are ways, you just have to be receptive to them. Whatever you decide to do, dearheart, if you need any assistance you have but to ask." After all, he helped her with her problem. A problem that she really hoped was dead and lying in a metal locker somewhere to be dissected by a medical professional in hopes of discovering the truth to what happened in that shit town.