Deimos didn't respond to that. He knew that he was more Ares and none of Aphrodite, more dread and less God as the decades went on. Sometimes knew how badly he was slipping away but didn't say anything when he did and those moments of self-awareness soon passed.
He supposed Ares had been gentle. Maybe, when they were children. All he could remember was the chariot, rescuing his father, the wars, the battles, the fields and fields, presents from Grandpa Zeus and he lost himself for a time and when he came back it was five minutes later and he'd been speaking Greek.