[ Her eyes narrow at the blatant amusement in Aphrodite's grin. What is she, a dancing monkey?? The only thing keeping her from crossing her arms is her tea, which she nurses closely in palm and hand. ]

I asked because I wanted to stay out of your business. Not because I wanted to trade notes.

[ Ema does not want notes, not a single one. ]

But before you go skipping up to him with any weird comments, he and I are not [god] lovers.