He would never lie, but being so flattered did send a boost straight to his ego. Melpomene did have a way with words.
On entering the room, the dogs both found a spot to lay down and stretch out, enjoying not being cooped up in the car, as Ares went to find the whiskey he'd been promised. Fuck, he needed it.
"'Course I did. Said I would, didn't I? I have baby shit in the car," he said, finding a glass to fill. "Take it or leave it, whatever."
He was not good at all... this. The deep emotion attached to parenting. The naked adoration on Melpomene's face. He had done his job and got the kid back, it was her business now, but there was still a tiny, a very tiny, grain of paternal feelings there. After all he'd done for the boy, he wasn't about to just forget it.