Naturally, Ares went directly past the important implications and straight for the bits involving nudity and his past ritual ego-strokings. Oh, let me think about Aphrodite's tits and all the goddesses I slept with in an attempt to reassure myself I'm justified in my arrogance and time spent not doing anything to strengthen my mind. Hermes repressed the sigh for old times' sake, and waited until the war god was capable of focus again.
"She suffered through it admirably." He agreed, and didn't even bother putting an eyebrow up at the news of another half-sibling in the area. "Does he still have a head? I'd venture she hasn't if he does. Her feminism seems to be cycling back around to militant these days. We'll see how long it last when Father makes an appearance, as is inevitable."