"No, my darling," Aphrodite said, her voice chilly as ice. She let Eros take her hand, but she held her ground. "The only thing that will come between us is the same thing that always does, and that is your arrogance. My children are my treasures," Eros most of all, "and you feel like that takes away what I feel for you. Of course it doesn't. That is your folly, not mine. Please, Ares. Eat some cheese and prosciutto and talk to our son with me. Come sit close." She wiggled her eyebrow at him, hoping being a little coquettish would work.