The man standing in the doorway looked very much like his dad but Phobos wasn't sure why Ares would be in this house. Setting down the pan - he'd put on this show for his twin who was nowhere to be seen - he just stared at his father, waiting for him to say something.
The blond didn't have to wait long and this was definitely his father and not some strange figment of the younger Greek's mind. Name calling?
Oh-kay. Alright. Ares was obviously not happy. Whether it was because of his son or something else remained to be seen.