[ Gods of love and romance make him feel all sorts of aggression; Aphrodite-Venus is now just one more in a long line of goddesses associated with interpersonal affection that he's bitten, badgered and bullied ( Hathor, Ishtar, Astarte, Kama... ), but one of the ones he would most naturally feel the most loathing towards. He doesn't know why he feels the urge to rake his claws across her bust, and deduces it is a matter of equal representation being necessary upon the estate grounds. It has nothing to do with the Ptolemaic era he will live through one day, and his perception of time being nonlinear.

Rounding on the young man dressed up like one of her followers is the next easiest thing, his teeth sharp and bared and ugly-unhappy. Hostility simmers below his skin, but the recognition of the language he forcibly speaks is enough to have him stand up straight, lifting his chin imperiously. Hands find their way to his hips, his weight immediately staggering like he's ready for a fight ( and not exactly getting it ). ]

Tsk! "Ancient" Egyptian. To me, it is just "Egyptian". You say "Greek" and "Latin", after all.

[ Aphrodite's bust is picked up by those clawed hands, hefted back and forth between his palms with the ease of someone about to throw a Hail Mary. ]

I find no altars to my pantheon. No eager prayers spoken. You will help amend the insult, here and now.