Ares rarely thought about himself in particularly introspective terms. "Yes. After a good fight, or a good fuck," he said, nudging at someone's arm with his bare foot. He took a drink of whatever was closest to hand, and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. With Aphrodite, he was. But he couldn't be with her always, because they would blow each other up. "I'm feeling pretty good right now."