Hermes had been about to wander off, when he heard Ares mention Luna. He immediately circled back and went to stand beside his wife.
No way in fuck was Ares touching Luna. Hermes was one of the few Olympians who actually liked Ares, but he was fully aware his brother was a violent asshole. And Luna had had enough of those for a lifetime, let alone a goddamn week. "She does, yes," Hermes said, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you ask?"