Aphrodite wasn't that much of a sadist like some in her family were; sure there were those times when she enjoyed seeing another beautiful competitor of hers fall from grace, but her profession was loving. She loved better than she could hate and be jealous over people.
Which was the reason why she couldn't help but lean over and press a finger against Zelus' lips, shushing him like a mother to a child, instead of thinking of some creative way to make him regret. After all, he apologized.
"Shh, shh, baby, it's alright," Aphrodite comforted him, the smile on her lips still in place. "So let me ask you again, did you need my help? Why aren't you up to par these days?"