"That night?" Ares had to remember. Oh yeah. Good night. "That wasn't Erato. That was..." And he started to laugh as he realised. He remembered the pale, startled face appearing in the kitchen, and Melpomene telling her to go away. He'd actually forgotten about her until now.
"Oh she's been twisting you up too, hasn't she, that crafty cunt," he said, extremely amused that he wasn't the only one Melpomene had designs on. "Your Romeo is Melpomene, not Erato. Why the fuck did she tell you that?"