"Apparently. We've never done what's going to happen tonight, so I can't exactly blame him for ... well, being upset or nervous about it. I'm nervous myself."

Oh, boy is she. So much that she absently finds his boxers and pants, setting them on her bed before giving him a quick kiss and hurrying out of the bedroom.

Eirene makes it downstairs pretty quickly, flinging open the door to let the faintly scowling god inside, automatically settling him at the table, with water and fruit. Come Tartarus or Ice Age, the laws of xenia are not abandoned here.

When Ares is done eating, he sets a plain white bag in front of her. "Here. Thought it might break the ice. So to speak."