Aphrodite gave a quiet scream as he picked her up, but did not stop her struggling. Though that hand seemed to be placed perfectly and even in her anger she was not too put out with him holding her that way. Anyone as handsome as him, so similar to her Ares, could touch her unless she deemed it inappropriate. But she quickly pushed away all those thoughts and tried her best to struggle from his hold once more.
She was ready to yell all sorts of things at Zeus, even if he really was the one god she could not demand anything from easily, but he did not answer the door. As her feet were lowered to the floor, Aphrodite made to walk away but his grasp on her wrist was too strong. She reached up to grab his hand, digging her fingers in hard in an attempt to loosen his hold. But she knew, deep down, that he would be difficult to fight. He was far too strong. But then he was speaking to her and at that...demand, her eyes hardened once more.
She did have a way to prove herself. Not that he would realise that she was doing so. After all, being the type of goddess she is she has the power to convince men to love her. To want her. A simple thing that she could turn on when she wished. So she went soft in his hold as she began that easy seduction. No man in the past had ever failed to fall for it. Man and god. It is her domain, after all. Slowly, she pressed herself up against him and let her eyes drag up his body to his.
A kiss to his neck. Tiptoes to push her up to his ear. Another kiss just by the ear followed by a nip. All the time working that power she had. That influence.