"Right," Ares drawled, pausing only to sweep the struggling... goddess?...entity, at least, over his shoulder. With one hand firmly, impertinently over her posterior, he stalked through Olympus' marble street up toward Zeus' temple. It was eerily silent on the Mountain, and Ares found himself staring at every temple as he passed. None seemed... occupied.
And when he knocked on Zeus' temple, there were no attendants that opened the door, and no answer to the pounding. He frowned, then tried again, with the same results. After he'd waited long enough, he finally let the squirming g....entity down from his shoulder, but he didn't release her. His hand still stayed firmly around her tiny wrist.
"All right," he said, reconsidering his strategy. Finally turning to the one who claimed to be Aphrodite, he gave her a searching look. It wasn't like he could trust a thing she said. He couldn't interrogate her and expect anything like the truth. But... perhaps...