Ares clenched his fists and teeth forcing himself to bow his head in front of his father.
He was busy trying to find out who had put ambrosia in his wine to hurt his fairy but hadn't found many clues. He had been about to go with Tamina, the oracle when his father had summoned him.
-You called me father.
-Yes, yes - Zeus released, massaging his beard, he seemed old, Ares had never seen him weaker.
When the king did not say more for a while Ares blurted out a - Well? - trying to rush the allegation that his father would surely give him. He didn't have much time to waste.
-How much do you love your muse?
Ares raised his eyebrows in confusion. Would give? What did she have to do with this?
-Excuse me, father?
-The muse - he released frustrated - What would you be willing to do for her
