Inwardly sighing, Ares followed the creature back up to the Mountain. The more time he spent with this creature claiming to be Aphrodite, the more he saw in her that was the same -- and different. His Aphrodite wasn't nearly as mutable as she. And her temper was a slow burning thing, not an explosive expression like this one. Anyone who knew Aphrodite knew also about that dangerous temper -- seemingly absent one moment and violent the next. Ah, he loved that about her. And he had, over the years, learned enough to read the beginnings of that slow burn to keep himself out of trouble.
This other wore her anger on her skin, blatant and unabashed. There was an allure in that as well - but it was very clearly not the way Aphrodite acted. And this was a very obvious misstep in whomever had instructed this creature in how to imitate his favored lover. Unless, he thought, as he appeared behind the imposter, she was telling something like the truth. Maybe she hadn't been instructed on mimicking the goddess Aphrodite. Maybe this was something else.
Ares glanced over the edifice of Aphrodite's temple before them. His mouth had turned hard and stern.