Okay. He wasn't going to argue semantics with Zeus, but he did sort of have to finish that, because Ares had wanted no survivors, and, well... yeah. Deimos didn't want to disappoint his father.
But he let Zeus make the correction, and wisely didn't yap anything about what Ares' orders had been or anything like that. He just... stood there listening, wishing he'd been a little more presentable, and wondering if he could get away with sinking through the floor.
"I, um, actually don't wonder why you do what you do," popped out before Deimos could stop it. "I mean, hey, you're pretty much the king of everybody here, and if you say jump, we're all gonna hit the sky," he pointed out lamely.
The question about his purview and his aspects shut his babbling for a moment. He'd never really thought about it, and he was pretty sure Zeus knew it and that was why he'd asked the question. "Well, I am the son of War," he said after a moment. "It sort of goes to follow that I'd be the follower and the aspect of War. Not exactly a War God, cause that's my father's territory, but I'm definitely a supporting player."