Aphrodite had already decided that if that enchanted mutt - because it was very clearly no ordinary dog - tried to attack her, then she was going to kick it to death. She was not overly fond of dogs in the first place.
"The Christians need to be reminded that we might not be as strong as we once were, but we won't be played with." And if a few gods had to die to prove that point, then so be it. (It wouldn't be Aphrodite, after all. She didn't fight.)
Aphrodite decided that as Hecate was being helpful and Rhode wanted her there, it would be best to play polite. "Wine, Kourotrophos?" She even managed a small, cool smile.