The stairs are the battleground of choice, with the banisters the second favorite. It's not exactly friendly--Athena still sounds like a raccoon in a meat grinder--but it's not exactly hostile, either, and nobody's getting bitten or clawed, so I guess it's progress. I suspect they sort of enjoy some parts of it, anyway.
Ben's shaping up to be a great cat. He's definitely a bit calmer than he was, he's getting much more snuggly, and after a few yowls, he's stopped the hand disembowling pretty nicely. (It was rather cute yesterday--he extended a tentative claw toward my sock, watching me nervously. I yowled as soon as he hooked the fabric--the feet are DEFINITELY off-limits--and he retracted it immediately and sat on his paw, meatloaf-fashion.) I get daily cat-hugs now, too.
Athena's been a little too tense for major snuggling--pick her up and she grumbles and wants to get down--but can still be depended upon to supervise the daily nap. So that's something.