Cayce could probably have wheedled a bed and any number of other luxuries out of Ellie's source if she'd tried, and without having to offer anything dubious in trade. Said source was utterly smitten with the lady, that much was unmistakable, even if he wasn't inclined to express it physically.

"Aphrodite?" Ellie said in surprise, perching on the edge of the mattress. "She's a narcissistic brat with more style than substance, basically. Throwing tantrums anytime she doesn't think she's getting enough compliments, sending people on impossible quests, gah." Ellie made a disgusted gesture. She and her sisters were competitive, sure, but they would never have wasted their energy bickering over who was better-looking or farting flowers all over the place; they let their job performance speak for itself. "Prety much that whole pantheon's a few onions short of a stew, apart from maybe Psyche. Why?"