Aphrodite was kind enough today to let the words against Eros go. He did tend to get under the skin of some but she'd cursed mortals for saying as much.
Instead she gave him a smile that was gentle and walked over to place a soft hand on his cheek. "Dear sculptor," she said, her dark eyes on his now. "I gave to you exactly what you once asked of me. Am I to blame that the creature you asked for used the will that you gave it? But," she added, "it pains me to see someone suffer the pangs of love lost like this."