Aphrodite had been so sure she had him in the palm of her hand until he pushed her from him. So he fell for it but seemed stronger than most when it came to resisting her charms. Which meant he certainly wasn’t a mere mortal, though that much had been pretty much clear to her at first. But she did feel a little put out that she did not get the response she had been hoping for. More than a little put out.
“No one sent me here. I do have my own mind. You can just tell whoever hired you to feign being Ares that it was a good enough try, but it clearly was not good enough.” Because Ares would not act that way with her. Their passion for one another prevented any harsh feelings there may be there. Well, sometimes. Not always. Though that way he looked at her...Well that look she was familiar with.
He was gone before she could comment and she was not quite happy to be left without having the last word. So she focused and soon followed him. It took her a moment to locate him and when she did she stepped up to him, arms on her hips.