Eros opened his mouth to make suggestions when there was a bang on the door and then a squawk from a startled nymph, and his closed his mouth with a snap.
"Dite? Where are you, woman?" Heavy footsteps thudded up the stairs, and Eros looked at his mother.
He hadn't called ahead, and Aphrodite was reclining in a sheer robe, which did indicate she'd had some plans. He really should've called ahead. Silly him, assuming his mother would drop everything to be with her very own son. The footsteps were coming down again.
"Dite! Are we playing hide and seek? When I find you, I'm gonna fuck your sweet little-"
Ares burst in, and stopped. And stared. And Eros looked calmly back at him for a moment then brushed at a loose thread in the seam of the armchair.