Ares drank his wine. She was right. Zeus would be a fool to discard either of them now. Whatever conflict had begun without them, he and Enyo could surely make it worse and far more painful upon entrance. Still, he did not voice agreement with her. His sister was skilled and brutal and cunning. Ares had loved her since the day she stepped up into his chariot, but there were somethings that she either could not understand or chose not to.
"If I find something that will be interesting to you, I'll be sure to ask," Ares said. He knew her hatred for his consort--former consort. Any excuse Enyo would have for playing with Aphrodite would likely be leapt on by Violence. Ares knew the things Enyo enjoyed but wasn't often allowed. It always pleased him to see her set free. He knew what it felt like. For as many things that had changed, Ares still found joy in slaughtering things.