"Waiting around for your retaliation is getting old," Luna told him, her voice sounding far more in control than she felt. But Luna had spent her whole time among the gods slightly skirting the line between respect for the gods and self-respect.
The first time Luna had met Hermes she'd been so annoyed by the way he talked as though she wasn't even there- 'what should we call her?' - that she'd instantly snapped back that her name was Luna, and it was a good enough name that his wife had been screaming it for the last six months.
Fortunately, Hermes had liked that backbone, but not all immortals had been so pleased. She didn't think Ares was going to be one of the ones who enjoyed being talked back to, if their previous run ins were any indication.
"So what does it take from me to put us on good terms? And by 'good terms', I just mean you not threatening to rape me to death any time I see you."