"The son of Ares has been outwitted by Pan." was he surprised? As he struck his brother the gentle lightning of a knowing look? Not in the slightest. Pan was one of the cleverest of Gods.
"Outwitted?" the little one's mouth gaped. What a terrible word to use! No art! Lacked poetry! Made him feel awful! And he huffed again, folding his arms in front of his bare, ivy strung chest like only the spoiled son of a love goddess could get away with.
And Nike, not surprisingly, tried not to roll her eyes, but oh, there they went.
"It seems the satyr has swindled a favor from him, which I have vowed to bring back. Now, brother." the cloud white eyes surveyed the sculpted ocean-marble before him for any indication of bad news from the seas... and detecting no evidence upon him, he grinned welcomingly. "Do tell us your stories, King of the Seas, for surely they will console poor Eros of his sorrows into awe."