Talking was boring, and definitely not what he came here tonight to do. But Eros was challenging him, with that look in his eye again, and Ares wasn't going to let himself be driven away. He was here first. Well, not tonight, but, like, all the other nights.
Of course Aphrodite thought it was about feelings, but it wasn't. No. Something much simpler than feelings. Ares never doubted that Aphrodite wanted him (because who wouldn't?) but he did get jealous when her attention was stolen away. Sit close, eh?
Ares rolled a chunk of cheese in a few sliced of meat and managed to actually bite it in half instead of shoving the whole thing in, in an attempt at manners. He wrapped an arm possessively around her slender waist and pulled her in tight, so Eros was forced to stretch his arm out if he wanted to keep hold of her hand. "Wear that for me, did you?" he asked, hooking the edge of the robe open so he could look inside.