Caerus was looking down at Deimos, watching him. Kitty - oh, that must have been - unpleasant. For everyone. Ares must have had to do some quick talking to get Deimos out of that. Caerus felt halfway between sorry and impressed. At his nephews’ question, Caerus tilted his head to the side, wondering. “Go to Disney with you? If you went again, and if your Dad didn’t mind, yes? I like going places. I like being places with family, you know? It’s better than being alone - most of the time. Almost always. It sounds as though you did have some fun there.”