Ares audibly rolled his eyes. "Our baby" was a grown man with frilly fairy wings and a limp bow. Eros was looking at him like he always did, like the little nancy had a secret that Ares would never know, and it fucked him off.
"Fine, party. So long as there's wine. And nymphs to look at." He'd party if there was booze and fucking in it for him. He eyeballed one of the nymphs, who tossed her head. Haughty bitch. If she wasn't protected by Aphrodite... "Invite a few muses to perform. Not the pregnant one."