He turned to look at her, propping himself up on his elbow a little.
He took what she was saying with... what might have come across to her as unnatural calm, even though his expression changed from light to a few darker shades of seriousness.
"I don't know why you're so bothered by it," Ares said finally, sitting up with her. If anything he was the one who should have been bothered by it.
But he wasn't. Not really.
"I haven't seen the conversation they had - and I probably won't unless one of them decides to show it to me."
That didn't mean that he didn't want to. But if he saw it he might really want to break something - more than bones and a family.
"We're always using each other. No one's perfect. The both of them can say anything they want to me but in the end, for all I know I could just be a quick, cheap fuck."
And that was true, in Hades' case.
"I don't want you to be upset by that. I don't think she meant to hurt you." After all Aphrodite didn't know of his friendship with Fetish.