Aphrodite laughed, the music in it conveying delight and something with a bit of a darker edge. It couldn't have quite been called malice, but something rich and earthy that didn't quite go with her more favored presented image. But it was late, and in vino veritas, as they would someday say.
"You have no idea, darling," she said before taking a sip of her wine, then setting down the cup. Aphrodite rose from the table with a stretch, then plucked up her wineglass to begin walking alongside Eris on the floor as her companion walked on the table. "By and large, a great deal of politeness and restraint, unless there are satyrs involved. Or Dionysos. He makes any occasion more interesting, really."
The nature of her smile was less than pure, certainly as she considered her one-time lover with some fondness. However, she quickly remembered herself and shook her head, looking up at Eris with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I think you've started quite a business here, sweet Eris. I do believe we shall have a war. Enyalios will be quite pleased with you."
She feigned a pout.
"You shall all go off to war, and you shall leave me all alone on this silly mountain."
There was another smile, though, lurking at the corners of her mouth. War might not always be ideal for her purposes, but it certainly put Enyalios in a proper mood for her purposes.