"It amuses me that mortals are so enraptured by our nude bodies that they attempt to recreate it in their artwork repeatedly. Especially in your case, although I cannot recall you revealing yourself to a mortal."
The woman waves a hand at her uncle. “I can not blame them for being enraptured by mine — why, you were, once upon a time, uncle! I am still grateful for your releasing of Ares and I.”
"To a mortal? By my daddy, no — not in my true form! I will let them try and recreate, though they can never hope to obtain the true beauty that is I. Wouldn’t you say so, uncle?”
"Haha! Me and your father are certainly adventurous. I still remember the day he molested a woman as a swan!" He’d lose himself in good memories, laughing occasionally before snapping back to attention "My apologies, there is too much fun in the past for me, I get lost easily."
"And make no mistake, I am not making advances on you. My wife is more  strict these days.."
The Goddess snorts as this is mentioned, clapping her hands together in delight as she joins in his laughter. "It is very confusing, indeed! Especially all of your Cyclopian children -- what is with that, uncle?"
"It is good to know that, I do not want more wars waged for my favor, not amongst the Gods at least. And, it is even better to know of the leash your wife holds on you! Gods knows she should've a millennium ago!"
