Eros tried so hard to look pleased for her, as if the thought of his father didn't make him cringe. "Hawaii must have been beautiful," he said, because that much was true. "I'm sure you had a delightful time. You always do so well at throwing a party."
Ares was not exactly known for his loving nature, the exact opposite of his son. Eros was definitely his mother's child. He didn't need the arrogantly masculine posturing to be secure in who he was, but Ares...