Aphrodite laughed at Eris' sly bit of information about her 'preference,' dropped like the tempting little morsel it was.
"Shame on you, Eris, for using my boys' poor old mother to sow discord between them."
But the love goddess couldn't help the little quirk of a smile on her own lips. She knew how Eris and her boys played together, and love came in many flavors -- and of course, Aphrodite knew how to frame things in an elegant enough matter so as not to give away the game. Ares' was not the only battlefield on which her sons and their dear Eris played.
But she smiled at Eris' in a winsome little way. She suspected that the reason the boys hadn't mentioned it to her might be because they were all so often in the company of her Enyalios, who had not been on her side of the battlefield that time. It had been the only occasion when she'd faced him on the battlefield, and she certainly hoped the last. But it had been so nice to win.
Of course, she considered herself to have had moral supremacy in that case.
"Oh, I simply couldn't. It's so messy, all that blood and human waste and carrion." She sighed. "Of course, sometimes Enyalios asks me to come out to play, but I have to be in the right mood, you understand."
And with that, she smiled a wicked little smile.
"Perhaps the mood shall strike me during all this --" she waved her hand vaguely -- "business. But for now..."
She looked up at the little Discordian goddess. "I suppose you have quite a lot of work to get to, don't you?"